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
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