Shimmers of an Echoing Teardrop

In the dark, something glitters,
Two perfectly cut diamonds,
Shimmering like stars.
But, oh, my!
Perhaps my vision has faltered!
For a soft cry fills my ears,
and I see my mistake.
Two dark and pretty eyes,
Filled with tears!
Although I am ashamed,
how easily I could have made such a mistake!
To compare such beautifully cut crystals of perception
To a diamond!
What an honest mistake,
the resemblance is clear,
even in the dark.
Even there,
where no light reaches,
your eyes reflect light in my soul.
Imagine how painful it must be!
To have to watch the battle within my chest,
to have it reach out and bite at you,
a victim of my self-torment.
Perhaps I could reach within my ribcage,
My tainted fingers melting through the skin,
and pull out my heart.
Maybe I could offer it to you,
and your tears would stop.
And maybe then, your cries would cease.
And maybe then, so would my suffering.