The dew shimmered
on a rose’s petals pink.
It gathered there
as he made her think.

His words reached her deep reality,
and brought her to the brink
of a shuddering finality
with dew-moistened petals pink.

And the poet surprised her
with his words and feelings new,
whispered deep inside her,
where they, moistened, grew.

Could he, through word and letter,
be the only one who’d get her?