Tears are really jewels you know,
none of them go to waste,
they're collected by tear angels,
soon as they leave the face,
the broken-hearted leave a trail,
of brilliant sapphire blue,
the deeper in the heart love dives,
the deeper is the hue,
fine baby tears of innocence,
the palest pinks and greens,
they line the halls of Heaven,
and flow from every seam,
Paraiba Tourmaline,
a splash of blue-green sea,
come from the tears of mother's,
that children haven't seen,
The Rubies of a lover's tears,
Are passion flames of Red,
emotions words cannot express,
manifest as tears instead,
the heart-felt trail of soldier's tears,
shed on their buddie's grave,
acknowledging their sacrifice,
become deep shades of Jade,
tears falling from the pure of heart,
become those diamonds bright,
through which all colors can be seen,
through their brilliant light,
Yes,
Angel's gather all our tears,
that man-kind
to them lend,
evidence of love that lives,
preserved as precious jems
Elizabeth Lindberg
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/legend-of-tears/
