The mirrors would melt with the fire in his eyes <br />his strong arms enfolded the love that he prized <br />she took her last breath as her heart flew away <br />with a kiss that embodied the break of the day <br /> <br />The strength of his passion broke chains in her breast <br />she clasped to his body her head on his chest <br />enthralled in the rhythm of life that they knew <br />the break of the day making love on the dew.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-on-the-dew/
