The sweetest tear is the tear shed over a love not shared in kind.
I poured my soul into a vessel in awe of your beauty, your eyes spoke to my heart in a language only the breath of life in me understood.
I offered you the chalice of my soul, and you drank from it, you drank it all Leaving only the dregs of my pain.
I was foolish enough to think my wine would sooth your thirst. Not once was I Refreshed with the sweet caress of your essence in my tongue.
As I faded into oblivion only one tear rolled down my face, into my mouth, it was sweet. Truth had set me free.