Owed To Tears

Tears are falling,
To the ground,
Warm and silent,
they make no sound.
Between the times
They descend so low,
imagination deals another blow.
Could be sorrow?
Could be pain?
Could be the love of a new found friend?
Tears are neutral,
either good or bad.
They exist when we're happy;
they exist when we're sad.
I found these tears,
and made them my friend.
For they seem to be saying,
I want love without end.
If you have these tears,
and there too much to handle,
you can give some to me.
I'm not being too cold,  
because I understand.
Maybe I was a tear,
born out of love,
and changed into fear.
Driven by the purpose,
I relate to these tears, only to find out...
It's my imagination who steers.