The golden dew falls from the dark sky,

Calmly collected in a pool of your eye;

The tiny ignorant violator will sadly cry,

For yours is the soul that will fly,

He grows old and ugly and slowly dies,

while the world patiently watches and sighs.

A warm and tingling feeling flows,

Through your body from your head to toes,

The wise and insightful see and know,

Stinging sweet sweat drips at your nose,

Into a cool softly flowing stream it goes,

Your beauty is stunning, I propose,

a union?

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