Shed ye no more tears my love..For Ben
The first tears that sprout,
for sure were not the last.
A stupid little bout
and the tears they did haste.
I tended his fears
Smiled upon him... soft sunlight.
Kissed away the tears,
slowly, abated his fright.
So innocent, like a small child,
his fears so naive.
No tears to come - be them but mild.
Soon the barrier itself does weave.
Tho’ tears may come,
by him I stand stong - with will.
No fears coming near, save some...
My love for him will fill.
