Memories

My book is a collection of the Greatest poems of memories. I asked, why your eyes are crying, you said, its my tears from the past, that is dying. When you are alone, hurting inside, I will dry away your tears, and take away all your fears. Just close your eyes and you will see my eyes, when my heart smile through your tears. It will be alright. The hurt inside is only here for awhile. Now come into my arms let me hold you till the end of time.