I Won’t let my tears!

Today, I won’t let my tears
roll over my cheeks,
Sometimes they do
when there’s a little breeze
I fear the absence
of the beloved girl I met
On the seventh floor of
The city’s hotel is in Greece.

She constantly smiled
with a heavy heart
She invariably told me
that she was glad
to greet, embrace
the other ally of her
She would never uncover
the grief that she held
With both hands
that she couldn’t do but suffer.

One day, I lay at the rear of her room
To listen to the matter and the facts
Seldom do I hear her speaking
All she could do was cry
she did not mean to smile
I found it deeply troubled her
As she was talking on the phone.
I checked with the hotel staff. Did he hear any stuff?
He replied, “Yes, a fellow visited her
Two days back, he grabbed her hair
and pushed her aside. She was pleading
to him to let her talk to her daughter
and put off the fight”.
I asked what the person responded.
The hotel sweeper retorted
“He was eager to make her cry,
Not ready to let her fulfil her wish.
He had a heart of stone, and
She was crying Cinderella alike.”
I thanked him for the brief
Of the piece of the matter
I waited for her call to end
To open the door and enter.

As soon as the room got silent,
From her constant weeping, I knocked on the door two times, and she allowed me to step in.
She further smiled, earlier wiped out
The tears and thought me foolish
As to I will revel in her deep fear.
She said, “You came again,
Must you want something?”

I acknowledged, “I wish you to be happy
and to overcome your fear.”

She stated, “You might not appreciate it.
What kind of trouble I’m in?
leave it so that you enjoy
This living throughout the years.”

I replied, “I would instead live-out
Your grief and transform it into the other side,
I would prefer to know what you wish for
Your soul.”

She answered, “I wish to see my offspring with my eyes before I lay off without a breath.”
I retorted, “Do you love your husband? Does he crave you in perfect health?”
She added, “He is concerned with money and money alone. He won the case to keep our
adolescents based on more wealth.”
And added, “I would like to give him a chance more, only if he seeks to let my girl meet.”

I responded, “I would fight your case for good in the law and assure you that you will reunite as a couple, but you promise me instead that you will never be submissive. Instead, control your family with your expressive emotions.”

She said, “God has sent you as an angel into my life. May you reinstall my Artem, I would be obliged”.

Some time elapsed as I dressed in a black coat
and asked the court with all the pieces of evidence that she needed a second chance
On hearing the husband’s matter close,
The Justice got to the solution that let them reunite to scale up her confidence and put down her husband’s ego. After that, he reimposed his decision.

She thanked me with sweet tears and made me sure that she would live her life with self-pride and care.

Thus, I acknowledged God that I could help a girl I liked for her goodness as a fairy.
My heart went into her story and the gentleness of nature.
Every time I remember her, I get into tears, but I control myself repeatedly,
assuming her fare is excellent.
As I await her contact, I hold onto the hope that she’s in good care.

My tears remain unshed, a silent prayer for her well-being.
All I want for her is that my tears don’t roll down my cheeks.

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