You shed Golden Tears like a rivulet down the line.
You are filled with sentiment,
They range like a roaring tide crashing the hill and splurting Pearls.
And yet you wear a sinless face uncomplicated.
Your heart is filled with desire, you long for human touch.
All you want is tenderness.
Let me catch that Golden Tear and collect in an Urn of trust.
Let me embrace it till eternity and place it in a Gallery.
Let those eyes admire the work of art, Feel the pain and desire you had.
Let them know how precious you are, for you are nothing but a skill of god.