Analysis of Beauty's Touch

Crystal like beads of early morning dew
descend low to kiss the fragrant flowers.
As liquid balm on the petals soak through,
the sun ascends in serene, quiet hours.

With the crisp air fresh, and sounds of birdsong,
you're walking towards me, holding my gaze.
As you come closer, for your touch I long;
succumb to this passion all of my days.

All colours blend, till there's just me and you,
and I savour the kiss that's graced my lips.
From us emits a tender glowing hue
and a warmth that reaches my fingertips.