The Pourings of a Contented Heart

The tears rolling down my cheek
Are no mere salty drops of water
They are not the dreams - unanswered
which would cause me to shatter

They are not the ashes from the flames
of my shadowed experiences of the past,
Nor are they my forgotten dreams -
Long since I have lost contact

They are the pearls of love
The pouring of a contented heart:
Look through my eyes, the ocean-
You will get the treasure hunt.

They are the radiant smiles in disguise,
If you like, better explore;
'Why do dew drops fall at night?'
Think a while and try to implore.

I found these verses from a long time ago...