Dew Drops

RLMehaff

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

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