You are like, a dew on a rose, so crystal clear, so pure, yet, so easily, gone…
Dew on a rose, that, was what you’d, become, before the sun comes up, and dried you up, you’d, surely, had your fun, on the rose petals, huh?
Tell me, are the petals of the rose, really that soft like Thumbelina described? And, how does the world look from that tiny perspective of yours, as a dew on a rose?
like this???
Dew on a rose, dried up, too quickly, you know you can’t, stay forever, on that soft rose petal, darling, that eventually, you will, evaporate away, and, be forgot by all of the rest of the world, but not by me.
Dew on a rose, that, was what you’d, become, love, only, unlike how the world may have forgotten about, your, mere existence, I never shall, because, you are, a very, special dew, to me………
Life, the Obstacle Course 