there you were, before me
your eyes looked into my soul.
though I can not share this with you.
though I wish I could tell you.
as I know your eyes can see my soul.
I can see and I know.
the tear which erupted from your eye was but single
it forced its way fast, for it knew it would be cast aside
one quick stroke and it vanished.
you have become comfortable with tears,
a comfort no one should face.
your hand reacts automatically,
though your mind knows not its track.
it is sad.
parallels the life
how can eyes be bright and dull simultaneously?
how can beauty be so sad?
how can I see your soul?
For I know much
yet am utterly confused