The kohl river

Expect nothing,
And give everything.
That’s what that some say about friends.

But, we are no friends, my love.
You can expect everything from me,
Anything that you would desire.

I want you to be happy,
I want to make you smile.
Make you so desperately happy,
That you may want to cry;
Yet, please shed no tears,
Not even out of joy…

Each tear you shed,
Unleashes oceans of murky fury,
And heavy misery in my heart.

Never shall I forgive myself,
For that little tear,
Which escaped your diamond eye prison,
And streamed down your soft cheek.

A rivulet of darkness,
Stained dark by your kohl.