Until that very moment when she lets us go,
We remain tears forming, tears waiting to flow,
And then when dry, leave behind only a slender salty trace,
Or are lovingly kissed away from her gentle face.
From the other eyes that might intrude, she hides
Her deepest feelings and our presence, safely inside,
Protecting the joy and pain only God and she know
In a secret place, hidden down deep within her soul.
Neither male nor female are we, for tears are without gender,
Merely salty healing droplets secretly waiting for her surrender
Of us in the form of tears of pain, tears of grief, tears of glee,
Tears from a heart breaking from loneliness, or tears of sympathy.
So, we patiently hide, waiting to emerge from the corners of her eyes
And then race down her face, finally releasing her weeping cries,
For we are born of her most sincere feelings, in that very same part
Of her spirit, her soul, the pool of emotion that abides in her heart.