Wet Pearls Roll Down Her Cheek Poem by Emotional Fool

When those wet pearls roll down her cheek,
my soul trembles and my heart goes weak.

Her silence creates the sharpest shrills,
sends down my spine those painful chills.

Her enigmatic countenance and inscrutable eyes,
leave me prying the spot where that answer lies.

hidden under the veils of the morbid silence,
some feelings unknown, unvoiced are lurking

May be it's the burden of a torn relationship,
Or it's sheer pressure of following daily chores.

May be it's the pain of being with the one she hates,
or it's the longing for the one's she loves.