I Wish I'd Been Such Drops of Dew

I have created this blog to allow myself an outlet and a record of my thoughts. Right now, I'm thinking of love poems in the form of haikus from the Japanese Prince Otsu to Lady Ishikawa...

His:

Gentle foothills, and
in the dew drops of the mountains,
soaked, I waited for you--
grew wet from standing there
in the dew drops of the mountains.

Hers:

Waiting for me,
you grew wet there
in gentle foothills,
in the dew drops of the mountains--
I wish I'd been such drops of dew.

It is rather simple, but somehow, I can't but find it beautiful.
That is all I have to say for myself.
I wish all a good evening.