My Grape

I peel off my secrets, for love ain't a feeling I let out this known, for death is unknown With chastity i utter, for justice at ease An ink from in, replica of my heart Not a Crush-love but a thumbs up Get me right not tight Take the expression not precision For this I wish you hear, Its real, like midday sun its clear The grape you are,the flowers blossoming The gardener so perfect, trimming tires not I wish this yard got more grapes I wish them grapes envied your value I wish they had the patience for flowering season to end To retain purity of taste, and longer times for this look ?? Happy is the consumer of the grape Joyous is the gardener of your patience Luck is me as I witness a pure grape grow For strong are the roots of your life Suit is the season for maxima production I wish I fenced round you I wish I got armoured to guard you But He says all is well Yes, more grapes lay all round But this redness so deep These green leaves so shiny and slimy The stem so strong, roots so deep Takes me time and again to sport a replica I love the gardener, have Him garden mine To induce my single grape in my yard To propagate and cultivate, till its time I'll stand by it, never turn a shoulder I'll have it resemble you The hybrid of His daughter The product of His love