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