Crimson Sorrows
In the red tears of pain, sorrow flows,
In the heart’s crimson, anguish grows.
Each tear a drop of the heart’s own blood,
In the red tears, an emotional flood.
In the scarlet stream, grief finds its voice,
In the red tears, we have no choice.
Sanguine Weep
In the red tears that fall, a story is told,
Of heartache and loss, in the depths of the soul.
Each tear a testament to love’s high cost,
In the red tears, we mourn what’s lost.
In the crimson flow, we see,
The depth of pain in red tears free.
Sorrow’s Bloom
Red tears fall from eyes so bright,
In love’s own pain, they take flight.
With every touch, with every sigh,
Red tears signify love’s cry.
In moments sorrowed, in times of grief,
Red tears fall, seeking relief.
With each new day, our spirits mend,
In love’s own light, hearts transcend.
Together we face the world’s great test,
With red tears, we are blessed.
In every whisper, in every cheer,
Red tears fall, forever near.
So let us cherish this love’s deep flow,
With red tears, our hearts do show.
