Not tears of heartbreak, a love lost and undone,
But tears of longing, for a love yet to come.
Not a bitter lament, a sorrow sharp and keen,
But a gentle sadness, a bittersweet, soft sheen.
Valentine's Day tears, falling like soft rain,
Washing away the hurt, easing all the pain.
Not tears of anger, or resentment's bitter sting,
But tears of hope and yearning, a new love's gentle spring.
The couples stroll hand-in-hand, their laughter fills the air,
A poignant reminder, of a love I long to share.
Not a jealous bitterness, a heart consumed by spite,
But a quiet contemplation, bathed in soft moonlight.
Valentine's Day tears, falling like soft rain,
Washing away the hurt, easing all the pain.
Not tears of anger, or resentment's bitter sting,
But tears of hope and yearning, a new love's gentle spring.
These tears are not a weakness, a surrender to despair,
But a cleansing of the spirit, a release beyond compare.
A letting go of sorrow, a step towards the light,
Preparing for a future, where love will shine so bright.
Valentine's Day tears, falling like soft rain,
Washing away the hurt, easing all the pain.
Not tears of anger, or resentment's bitter sting,
But tears of hope and yearning, a new love's gentle spring.
And though these Valentine's Day tears may fall,
They pave the way for a love that will enthrall
