A Spring in Your Eyes

Your Tears

What pure emotions they are…

Your tears rise like a clear spring

bursting from the heart of a hardened mountain;

they ascend from your core

and paint your eyes in shades of blue.

You cry whenever you choose—

not from force,

not from weakness,

but as if the tears are calling you,

not the other way around.

You do not swallow your sorrow,

nor are you a stranger to release;

calm and unguarded,

yet with quiet courage,

you let them go.

Your tears shimmer like snow beneath the sun,

melting as they glow,

seeking a path from the peak of your heart

to your eyes.

They roll, drop by drop,

and within them, your pupils dance—

like a small boat

upon a tranquil sea of feeling.

You do not only quench your lashes,

but my soul as well.

Your tears are beautiful