Her hair was brown and her hair was long. Her skin was fair and her smile beautiful. She had been hurt and judged but through my eyes and heart, she was always loved. Her tears running down her cheek, I tried to take care of her the best I could and it was always hard to watch her hurting from another mans words and actions. Laying on my bed in my room, she would explain her fears, her love, her sorrows and her dreams. Her kiss soft and tender. Everytime watching her walk out the door, I always wanted just one more. Since I went away, its been my tears everyday.