The Last Dew of Spring

The Last Dew of Spring
(Third revision)
By: R. M. Sto. Domingo
15 July ‘o7

We met last spring not knowing what destiny will bring.
Your mind met mine; so did our hearts become combined.
We felt a mélange of emotions that can almost sing.
A single dew tapped our lonely hearts—uninvited.

Our lives turned into a mystical labyrinth; twisting.
Spring brought levity to our souls that were battered.
And we vanquished; conquering all the pains and crying.
Another dew fell on our tamed hearts—unexpected.

Flowers came to full bloom, so did our hearts come knowing.
Brown became green; in our hearts, we felt love embedded.
Savoring the strange emotion was just like dreaming.
Spring dew came rushing down to our hearts—unabashed.

Now, the lovely cherry blossoms are slowly drifting,
By and by, you’ll be leaving me, and my heart: shattered.
And as you bid your goodbye, I will be left shivering.
The dew which once warmed you and me, now all cold—chilled.

Now, the last leaf on the tree, once jaunty, now struggling.
My willow heart, once mighty, now scattered.
Once sheltered with your love, now so alone and hurting.
The last dew of spring glided, burned my heart—unwanted.

_kEnsHiN 'o7_