Were I a bead of sweat lying upon thy
virgin breast, there would I happily rest.
Were I a soft, silvery drop of glistening
dew, upon your velvety lips would I sit.
Were I a golden ray of the sun, then would
I sweetly kiss your cheeks with my warmth.
Were I a cool beam of the moon's soft, pale
light, upon your creamy shoulders would I
lay my gentle, loving caress. And if I were a
drop of precious refreshing rain then would
I shower you with my eternal love.
Donavon Scott Vinson