Tears

They came down my eyes as my poems cry.
They were made by she, as she was tears given to me.

They was oh-so unnessary for both, all of this is a dream i hope.

They was never dried by me or she, but left as tears as tears are supposed to be.

They still fall in between the two.

They never seen what the other meant till never again, spoke the word I LOVE YOU.