She shrugged and brushed her hair

     Away frrom her face.

          Bundles of tears raced down her cheeks.

               Red blotches formed on her face.

I murmurred to her, as I brushed

     Each individual teardrop off her cheek;

          "Each teardrop represents a new born angel.

               Each teardrop I swallow 

                    Absolves me and you of one hundred transgressions."

Her lips somehow found the strength

     To stretch into a smile

          As she caressed my cheek,

                And pulled me close to her body.

I thought to myself;

     “Sometimes, when chaos burns like wildfires,

          We have no other choice,

               But to fall in love with the warmth”.