Tear of Hope:

One drop of love
Surrounded by hate,
One drop of love
needing a mate.

It's no longer loved
It's time to move on,
So to survive
It must be strong.

It clings to the edge
For it's ran it's course,
One lost soul
Without a water source.

It's clear and shiny
patient and shy,
Still has a chance
not yet dry.

It's wet and soaked
saturated but tough,
Still holds it's moisture
not yet given up.

It's teardrop in size
thin as a thread,
Ready to drip
not yet dead.

It hangs with purpose
sways with hope,
Brittle but true
not yet broke.

It's sad and depressed
but surviving does matter,
So it clings to it's host
not yet a splatter.

It holds its own weight
to avoid the trouble,
Of starting something
not yet a puddle.

It shimmers like glitter
glistens with dew,
Gives off a reflection
not yet through.

It fights with gravity
battles the wind,
To stay afloat
not yet the end.

It holds it's grip
so it will not crash,
To the ground below
not yet a splash.

It ripples with desire
vibrates at will,
But remains intact
not yet a spill.

It never gives up
holds from above,
Ready to elope
not yet loved.

One drop of love
seeking someone,
A body of water
of which to become.