Why do hearts of those that truly love, bleed all the time?
Why do their eyes stay wet and the under eyes, stained in black?
Where does the black soil of the dark circles come from?
And where from, the million drops of water that become the tears?
I ask, if love comes in with a shovel in hand,
And if it digs a hole in the dark confines of the heart,
Plunging later to fill the recess it hence created,
Making one say “my heart’s been robbed by my love”,
The wet soil, does it then send upwards through the veins?
The moisture rising, and becoming the tears of the bloodshot eyes,
And the tears on their way out, do they push out the black soil?
That end up in the under eye, as sagging dark circles?
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