The Touch of Dew

The Touch of Dew

I long for the time you take my breath away

Beyond the moment and stillness of this time

The dew drips softly over my soul

You are the dew the touch the slightest part of me

Spiritual moment revolves on love

You are the center that runs within my soul

To define it clearly, you are the core to every beat of my heart

Somehow I'm still stuck explaining my longing for you

My love: I will end here signing that my yearn is plainly true

©2005, nasra al adawi