RLMehaff

Dew Drops

He spoke to me, as lovers do
Of all things golden, tall, and true
He told me my virtues like droplets of rain,
touched by the sunshine, glittering mounds of honeydew
But just as a dew drop is given sparkle by light,
So too it is taken back when the day is taken over by night
I sat and felt beautiful, covered in his words
But words mean nothing
It is actions that serve