Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Morning Dew

You are the precious flower
Clothed in the morning dew
You're bathed in radiant colors
Your fragile pedals show
I bask in joy and wonder
On a gift that God bestowed.
I dare not touch your beauty
I shan't chance to mar it's glow
For in my selfish grabbing
I might per chance destroy
And loose the love I know
And with it my heart would go.

Trish 2011

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