Tears

The tear glides through the face,
and then, suddenly, disappears without a trace.
Like a porcelain knife it stabs you,
as a poisoned sting it kills you.

Tears are meanings of loyalty,
the crown of all love-royalty
They paint an illusion of your heart,
they hurt you as if you killed them with a dart.

Your eyes become the stage of emotion,
or proof of devotion.
The troops fighting for truth,
the ambassadors of youth.

Faces of good or faces of evil?
Do they lead you or do they kill you?
The legion will fail to win,
the legion will never better lead you.

They tear a hole in your soul,
but they hold together your body.
They are the missiles of consciousness,
they heal you, they kill you, they seal you.

Imagine a man-kind with no tears,
Imagine love with no emotion.
It would be ironic, black and dead.
It would be loyalty with no devotion.

My, tears always beloved, sometimes hated.
You love me, and I love you.
You are my soul-healers
Sometimes loved and sometimes hated.