Tears

What whimsy lines my lover's tears?
What feelings might a woman espy?
Her hopes, her dreams, her thoughts and fears-
what lies behind those dazzling eyes?

Perhaps a heart replete with passion,
fills the eyes in different fashion;
perhaps it stems from hope, or pride,
and joy along that teardrop rides.

And now I see my lover's tears,
her hands to mine she softly steals.
I look at her, and she at me,
Our souls entwined in ecstasy;
and as I kneel and ask her clear
Her eyes reflect what dwells inside...
that love along that teardrop rides!