In saddened eye, wells up a tear,
a shimmering glaze, crystal clear,
of heartfelt grief, it doth appear,
a drop is formed, it's birth is near.

A gentle struggle, to be free,
of eye and heart, lost love it be,
cheek caressed, it moves slowly,
down her face, touched lovingly.

A teardrop shows, a strength inside,
a depth of feeling, you need not hide.
Of soul's ocean, a cleansing tide,
to wash away, that grief denied.