Tear

It often happens

When the heart has a lot to say

But it gets no listener,

When the eyes have loads to share

But they get no partner,

And when a listener is there

Who can share and care,

The eyes and the tongue

Just pause and swither,

The words even fear

To leave the quiver

And the poor heart bursts out

With a silent roar,

The blood that eventuates then

Colourless and pale

Is often named as tear.