A tear once fell
Softly alone
From the eyes of love
Upon a stone...
It touched with its passion
The rock below
And remained there forever
In a mystical glow...
It engraved its longing
In the stoney embrace
Leaving behind
A precious trace...
Transformed into patterns
Of colours and gleams
Love is displaying
Her unreachable dreams...
Hana Gerzanic-Hons
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-opal/
