What My Tears Would Say

If you could see my heart of love,

So full about to burst;

And when words fail, it empties out

Like rain on ground athirst.

If you could read those tears that fell

And stained this page so dry;

If you knew from which well they came,

And when they fell and why.

Those tears would say, "I love you" and

"I'll go that extra mile."

They carry love so strong and true,

So pure and undefiled.

The tears would say, "I miss you" when

By chance you're ever gone.

They'd stream and flow right down my face

Until your journey's done.

The tears would say, "You're special" and

"There's no one quite like you."

They'd make you feel like royalty;

They'd cheer you when you're blue.

The tears would say, "I need you" when

No other seems to care.

They'd reach out and they'd want you,

And they wouldn't want to share.

The tears would say, "I know you" when

Some lie you'd try to tell.

The tears would keep you honest should

You try to cast some spell.

The tears would say, "I trust you" if

Some indecision came.

The tears would back you up in times

When others issue blame.

The tears would say, "I'll hold your hand" and

Would comfort all your fears.

They'd drive away detractors and

Cause loved ones to draw near.

The tears would say, "Forgiven" if

You ever went astray.

The tears would never hold a grudge,

Not even for a day.

The tears would say, "I'm sorry" when

The tables have been turned.

If I'm the one found in the wrong,

And you're the one that's burned.

The tears would say, "You're lovely" should

Some haters mock and scorn.

They'd spread a balm where you'd been pricked

By critics' spiteful thorns.

The tears would sacrifice and give

So you would never want.

The tears would always acquiesce 

So you could glow and flaunt.

The tears would serve and gladly bend

So you some rest could take.

The tears would carry all your load

So your back never aches.

The tears would never breathe again

So you could draw one breath.

The tears would face your every foe, 

And if they could, your death.

The tears would do these things and more,

And in that way express-

But you can't read them, they can't speak-

So now I must confess:

Sometimes I get so overwhelmed,

And when my words fail me-

Just see my tears and know, my friend,

What all they'd say and be.