The eyes are weak in the light of day,
Yet strong enough to for you to see your way.
If this is true, then why do we cry,
When a loved one leaves after they walk by?
A heart may heal, yet pain shall stay,
Then your eyes remind you of those happy days.
Your eyes deceive you when the day seems fine,
Then your heart my fall, your love may be declined.
The Sun is bright and brings you warmth,
Yet you cling to a loved one until you are torn.
A cloud brings darkness and shady sights,
As does your loved one with another love life.