Can I lay my touch on you, o goddess divine,
as the dewdrops of Autumn drench a vine,
with feather touches, to its core,
though content still not without the craving for more?
I can remember the sweetest of dreams last night,
charming me, when sleep held these eyes
spellbound in awe at the tenderness of your love,
like the Sunshine in Winter days,
a thing, despite all we can never have enough,
even that dream yearned to lay its touch on your face!
So I humbly pledge these words writ in Autumn dew
to fly to you, o dear goddess divine
and touch your face before the Winter Sun
renders them unsung, to make you forever mine!