I wish I were her tear drop; to
Caress her face when she, is blue.
Wash the pane of her soul, and view
In her reflection, her beauty imbue.

I fall in her sight; though I try
To hang on her lips, they deny.
Unto the dirt, on my knees; still I vie,
For in love I've fallen; my home, her eye.

I wish they would see me; genuflect
and before she trod over me; reflect.