If we could only know of those Watered eyes,
When word was heard of our sad demise;
Our View of self would come to Pass
When next we gaze within the Glass.
For their Love is Strong and Fathoms deep
Though Richly Veiled their emotions keep;
We are much their life and breaking dawn,
To Crush our Hearts to see them mourn.
For our Shadow is long and blankets all
To bring such warmth to whom it falls;
For much in life is Cheaply sold,
But the Value of One is weighed in Gold.