I let them fall for so long, they tasted so sweet, the dew of the face of the Angel
that I would one day meet.
I kept them in a jar. I made sure they were clean
to offer to my beloved, the one of whom I dreamed.
I sat alone one gloomy day while listening to the rain
as it danced on the window, feeling its pain.
Pain of a thousand martyrs, I wept, I sang, and I cried,
waiting for the promised vision, feeling I had been denied.
Later that day, when the clouds moved away
The sun shone gloriously, and next to me she lay.
I offered the tears, the ones I had saved
And when they touched her white hands, they faded away.