Torture of Tears

rivulets of tears running down my back
and I cannot see the eyes that shed them.
I know that they are green
but whose shade, which face is there?
salt water burning runnels into my skin
torture not to know the features [of the girl]
[in] her torture of tears,

//
flaming scars never to be forgotten
left by a face I could not see
doubt forever in myself
whos face cried for me
and marked me
//

live on unknowing, hoping, lying
I know the eyes were green
but whose?