My eyes have become full of pain after watching a brokenhearted woman become lost beneath the cruelty of an unfaithful love.
In conjunction with her sorrow, she searches frantically throughout the night for a place to hide her empty soul.
How can I offer her comfort and compassion without making her feel uneasy about my sincere kindness?
Her swollen eyes are red from the fire of tears…the kind that holds the human heart hostage over a furnace burning with malediction and darkness.
What a dilemma for this heart of mine - to choose to ignore her wretchedness or to dry her tears with my handkerchief of honesty.
Of course, I must opt for the latter, for the brilliance of love's beauty within the eyes of such an attractive woman cannot be hidden from a stranger like me.
Taking her trembling hand, I gently guide her into a dream draped with flowers hanging from the branches of my heart.
Deep down inside, she knew love had finally found her…through the intense and emotional tears of this mysterious stranger.
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