Am I Just a Teardrop

Am I just a teardrop, never to be shed?

Or am I a cry in the night, never to be heard.

Am I just a mind, with knowledge shining bright?

Or is it my eyes only that see the rose colored light.

Am I not flesh and bone, something that can feel?

Do not I have a heart that beats a song of love for you?

Or is it only my soul alone that sings this soft melody so true .

Am I not the air you breathe, and for you and you alone?

For if you but dare to look into my eyes;

I promise withal something wondrous you shall see.

Clear are they; void of illusion and the clouds of silent confusion.

Fixed in their gray-green; windows clear as rain to my soul.

I see you in my heart each and every single day.

I feel your love, the tenderness; the warmth, even from miles away.

My love for you is deeper than you or any shall ever…ever know.

Yet my love is a shared love; a love unselfish given to all in heaven and below.

Therefore how can it be that I am just a teardrop never to be shed?

How can this be by heart and written through verse not to be true ?

For I live in you and by you and you are the soul within me.

Teardrops thus cease; joy henceforth is through and by God ever intertwined.

It is by His grace in which our mortal teardrops mingle with the covenant of the NEW WINE.

I am yours baby and you are mine…together forever through thick and thin.

I am yours sans the teardrops…you are mine.

J. Allen Wilson © 8/4/2011