Lady Dark Eyes

Her dark eyes grin at me.
Beautiful dark eyes.
The sunlight catches and holds,
turning darkest oaken brown
to golden amber hues.
But in the shadows,
her gaze is turned away
and in her dark and distant eyes,
I see a teardrop that will never fall.

Because
after the millionth sob,
she could cry no more.
But with each teardrop denied
its rightful place upon her cheek,
it becomes harder for her dark eyes to grin,
for they are weighted down with tears.