0F WOMEN AND TEARS

A teen-ager requested me one day to write something about women and tears. Hope he is around to read this.

While both sexes are created with tear glands, only female (not necessarily the weaker sex) is fully associated with real tear flow. Women are generally better criers than men. This started when Eve tearfully offered an apple to Adam in paradise. Adam fell and we all know what happened next.

Tear, physiologically speaking, is nothing but a simple compound of cleansing fluid, intended to wash away the dirt of the eyes. In like manner, a woman is nothing but a chemical composition, so complicated, for man to understand. Both women and tears are simple, yet both women and tears are complicated, enough to confuse any man on his right senses.

I am one such confused man because I've seen a woman crying. It was such a terrible sight. I was shaken... yes, body and soul, I was shaken. She looked relaxed, composed and in control of her poise but her tears were more eloquent. I saw them flowing on her soft, rosy cheeks. They spoke fluently for her. They told me her feelings and I was not too dull to understand.

Tears are women's interpreters of their emotional feelings, a "talkative" outlet of their suppressed moods. When tears talk, you've got to listen, because when tears talk, they talk well.

Then again I saw her crying. This time she was not composed, she was not relaxed, she was not her usual poise, for she was mad. Her face was red with anger, her eyes were burning with furor but tears were dropping endlessly from them. She looked lovelier. How can a man answer back a crying beauty, no matter how mad? Tears are women's charm, so overwhelming, so magnetic, so powerful that they can melt even a monster's heart.

Finally, at long last, I saw her happy. She was so overwhelmed by joy that her eyes elongated into two pretty slits. Blood vessels became visible on her neck, minute arteries reddened her face and her dimples laugh with her lips. She was hilariously dancing out her uncontrollable contentment. But she was crying. She had drawn herself with tears. Everybody else laugh with her and the whole world turned pink. Tears are women's sense of humor. With them, she could express her jokes and impart her wittiness.

She was bitten by a centipede. The pain was unbearable. She strongly clasped her hands while greatly gnashing her teeth. It must be terrific, her lips turned blue. Again, she let flow the sedative. The bitter tear that relaxes, the tear that curses.

Women and tears are inseparable. Useless will be one without the other. Tears are women's line of defense. their greatest weapons to protect themselves. A man maybe strong with his arms, but a woman is stronger with her sighs. A man is powerful with his dignity but a woman is greater with her sobs. A man maybe famous and incorruptible, yet a woman is eternal because with her tears, she can wash even her soul. While Hestas condemned himself by spitting out his sins, Magdalene saved herself by bathing in contritions with tears.

I am in love with a woman who knows how to cry. And she is a good mother and a perfect wife.