I Will Dry Your Tears

In moments when you feel bad,
When in your chest torrents well up,
And your tears roll,
Like a wet paint on a tiled white wall,
I will dry your tear.

When all fingers point at you,
Mine will be on your cheek,
Like a sentry, waiting to dry your tear.

When all faces turn against you,
I will let you look into mine,
Because your comfort lies there,
And the smile there; an open facial embrace.

When all backs turn against you,
Mine will be there for you,
Ready to lift you from the muck,
To provide the support much needed.

When all lips talk about you,
Mine will whisper to you,
And tell you what I see,
Not judge you.

When everyone judges what you do,
I will be your voice in our silence,
And a shelter from the spits,
Even after the turmoil dies.

When blows rain on you,
And pound your flesh,
Know that I would have been minced first.

I will dry your tears my love,
Because you dried mine too.

I will dry your tears,
If I don't, they will be of joy.