tears are sometimes sweet

It was a tranquil morning and
me looking for you searching
meeting you after small breaks
something usual over many weeks

suddenly, a scent of mint at heart - your sight
a feast at the sweet stall
mind doing many a tricks and
language lacked in semantics

for the first time in my life
drops drizzled in the eyes
because of love, all powerful
tears of joy were sweet and wonderful.

reassurance it was in essence - when you said
"my thought is my presence"