If her tears could....

If her tears could speak...

It would narrate to you the story of how two young souls exchanged their love along with their hearts

If her tears could write ..

It would spin a joyful yarn about how against all odds these two fought and sheltered their love and out of it was born a beautiful angel...

If her tears could paint ..

It would portray the abject colours of eternal sorrow and longing that a once sprite full soul feels on being torn apart from its mate by death...

If her tears could listen....

It would tell you that often, even when its not spilt, it can hear her crying and screaming in pain without letting out a whimper because her wounds refuse to heal

If her tears could sing..

It would sing to you a ballad of loneliness depicting the suffering of one without her true love....the humanly abode in whom she rested her heart 

If her tears could see...

It would have seen  a million visions of his warm smile, cos it is all she sees every time she thinks of him, 

If her tears could feel

It would have experienced a thousand hugs of comfort from him, replayed and remembered with every pore of her body in her weakest moments...

If her tears had mercy..

It would have dried up by now, for that is all she begs of it, everyday...