You held my hand <br />Beneath a summer streetlight <br />An hour or two <br />Before the dawn. <br /> <br />We walked all night, <br />We talked all night <br />About the things <br />That make us cry. <br /> <br />And I have seen <br />You cry <br />Too many times. <br />I swear, <br />Those tears are mine <br />Because I brought them <br />To your eyes. <br /> <br />I never wanted <br />Anything more <br />Than to kiss you <br />While watching the poetry <br />Of a sunrise, <br />Or to see <br />An afternoon breeze <br />Lovingly tousle your hair. <br /> <br />But a lover <br />Can grow insensitive <br />And take love for granted, <br />Not listen carefully. <br /> <br />You tried to tell me <br />Every time you were hurting <br />How to change my ways, <br />How to make you smile. <br /> <br />I did not pay attention <br />To little but important needs <br />Until you were convinced <br />That you were not <br />Important to me. <br /> <br />I know it is too late <br />For you to forgive me, <br />But I hope you try.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-tears-are-mine/
