Dewing Dew

Lo! Such sweetness galore,
in the dewing dew upon a cheek.
When the sacred and the lore,
to thy holiness become a bleak.

Then I ask, why those drop,
in melancholy they drag upon.
Over the rosey over the top,
wetter, so preciously done.

May a day comes in a sun,
when the moon greets a smile.
And the shiny eyes may run,
among the laughters awhile.

For now O lonely, farewell,
may or may not I would ever see.
A light again upon a sweet belle,
sitting, weeping an Ave, over me.