Every Little Raindrop Poem by Steve Ricketts

For every little rain drop, that has ever fallen from the sky,
can not begin to account for all the tears I've cried,
The tears I cry are silent, I cry them every day, I cry
for all the promises, that have all now faded away.

A life that was worth living, was taken all to soon,
a love that has ended, before the story was all through,
makes for a tragedy that really must be told, of all the
greatest stories, often told to me, the greatest tale will be,
for a love that can not be.

To have a taste of true love, taken away from me,
is the cruelest, torment that there can ever be,
to live within that moment, when a love has to pass,
of all the pains I've suffered, more that I care to know,
the pain of losing a lover, is by far the greatest
I have known.