Tear Droplets

Tear droplets
of love and hate
Was the suffering from destiny
or a gift of fate?

The breeze flowing
slowly playing with her hair
It almost felt like that day
that day when he was there

Yet again,
the bell had to ring
The love that she cherished
now had to sting

Sleepless nights
and a question in her mind
So much pain was given to her
but what did he find?

The time passed by
as she penned this piece
He was never to find her
or put her soul at ease