I don't know if you ever saw me
When I was down on my knees.

You never stumbled over the alabaster
Daisies that I placed in your path--

You trusted they were there,
Because they were your dew.

No monumental praises ever
Distracted you; they were simply

Part of the landscape.
And I don't even think you noticed

The tiny diamond teardrop
Quivering in my eye--

Begging to be caught by you,
Yearning to be your dew.

05/29/2002

Posted on 05/29/2002
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