As tears well 

Drawn from affection yet no grasp

Our embraces have spark

A small glimmer of life

And after each removal of warmth

The world grows dim

Tears stream purely

How can one not see the damage?

Those eyes of mahogany

Reach deep to the soul

Such irritation like sand upon a mollusk's tongue

Could such distress spawn a beaming pearl

And place upon my lips, your's?

Foolish

Torn apart by self and saint

Wondering shall linger for years

And fade as a pearl shaped tear

Upon my worn cotton shirt.