Poetry

(after Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
 
Wild and happy without any regret
are tears of joy,
that flows without any kind of despair,
without a ploy,
comes heartfelt but are indeed somewhat strange,
does not annoy
and does come flowing with each special thing,
when at times you do cry my dear darling.
 
As deeply astounding as the first love,
or body bliss
that is remembered after some time
a single long kiss
does convey a own intimate meaning
of what life is,
coming unexpected from your soft lips,
caries a true message along with hips.
 
[Reference: “Tears, Idle Tears” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.]