Tears of pleasure

They roll slowly and cautiously, hold on the edge, as they tremble on the verge of lashes, and tumble forward by a force that has existed since eternity. Why have you moved me? amongst all others why is it you? What memories do you have locked in your palms that your sly fingers pry open one by one to tortuosly tantalise me of what I can never have.

Go in peace I cannot give you what you do not have.