You are you, In my life a dream come true. Like a wisp of fresh air, Sweet and fair. Morning dew, My broken heart you glue. A breathless breath My soul you bathe. A soft beat, My heavenly treat. My everything, Without you I am nothing, With you I am something.
Little dewdrops on the yellow grass Shudder slightly in the morning light As the colors change from blue to white And I feel the warm sunlight on my face
~ Her sweet dewed her fringe to her forehead. She had nibbled on the ivy with leaves of gold which she turned to powder. Her eyes filled with passion as she cups her hands to drink the flame-laced syrup born on from Falling moons ~
my sheer wend this goal when score is low and pasture is blue as our chronology indigo that boogaloo in the steps that triumph with such adversity that group in a mantric frost again
Morning dew kitchen smells of last nights stew Sleepy eyes brew Coffee for two Words, many or few We simply follow through I touch your hand like to sew Two hearts that are true A soft kiss on awakening lips too Welcome the warmth between me and you Me and you and morning dew
Like a drop of dew I condense— Onto a leaf where I sojourn. And as swiftly as that I fall Beneath the clouds Hand in hand with gravity Offering zero resistance.
