-My Love, Assorted Poetry-

-Morning Dew-

I am the morning dew,

Of origin and of bittersweet intent few seldom ever knew.

I am dismissed by the midday,

Dried by sunshine and brashest breeze's bountiful sway.

I am alive and incarnate,

Forever fiber fused in the fields that shudder beside your beauty in silent rebate.

I pay you in blood,

Seeping through the beauty of thin veined blossoms bundled in glittering veils of mud.

Shivering in fright against your gentle breath as demands my timid nature,

I hang on tilted tips of thistles unsure.

Hear my reach sing in silence with swifts, sparrows, and swallows;

And know that wherever your feet guide you, my heart follows.

My love,

To whom I owe the light that glistens alongside my own through stark darkness,

To whom I owe all the stars above.

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