Maids Of The Eye Poem by Melody Thaila Kuku

Little drops that don't call for umbrella,
Naughty fellows.
But they can melt every heart except a beast's.
Salty little eye drops I say.
Silver water that tease the cheeks.

Beautiful lines they form on the face.
Mercenaries, fake or real, they care not.
Stir the emotions and they come,
Marching through the eyeballs.

Rain drops that evade fair lashes,
Seek them anywhere and you will not find,
Stir the heart and they come calling,
'A ho! Who calls? '

Silver water that tease the cheeks,
Need I say who they are?
For they come only when the heart calls.
If you seek them, search thy eye.