The Kiss of Dew
our love is like the taste of sweet apple juice
the smell of fresh red roses on a spring morning
the warmth of a sweet memory of our first kiss
the kiss of dew on white carnation,
we are the music of the sunset
and every color of the rainbow
we are the wind that is invisible to man
the glow of candlelight in a dark room
the calmness after the storm
the sound of laughter, echoing from a crowd
we are the joy of a precious gift
the poetry of today
the love of a child, deep in thought
we are what makes true love stand
we are one with two heartbeats intertwined
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