Dew 

Love's sweet dew

on a flowers buds,

needs to be washed,

with a showers suds. 

Yes! Do shower

my pretty flower.

The shower is time,

equal to a day.

I am the dew,

wash me away. 

But when you read this,

it will have been a day.

Watch for the dew,

careful, lest it should stay. 

Sweet dew on your petals,

on your little buds too.

It came from me,

and it came from you. 

Such a wild trip,

did it savagely ride,

but the last mile was smooth,

a glide---an easy slide. 

It then did light,

on oh so slight

a flower that was you.

Such is the way

of love's sweet dew. 

When it's gone,

feel not alone.

I will return,

for you i yearn. 

I yearn to smell you,

I yearn to tell you---

my dew,

is for you.