Naught of Tears

I have sought shadows within remnants of light given my soul to sanctity of sight- I have borne scars inflicted by tears encompassed by fate surmised throughout all the years- To what have I become if not fallen from grace beauteous rose that kissed timeless face- Laughter composed of poetry and prose smiles returned of heartache unbeknown- Give to me of years as the sky so that I may look upon diamonds and never cry- For life gives naught but of itself revealing truth until the end wherein is the day given to us that we must die immortality thus descends-