Unconvinced

Little rose incense leaves me in awe. I adore the scent of my mother’s dishes How I wish to delight the endearment of those near me! I yearned not for favor but love In anguish I stand displease, mutter fret! Wondering how a man grew weary in woe. I adore the valorous act of my father How I wish to ravish the endearment of those dear to me! I craved not patronage but love In torment I live unconvinced, Ruth prevail!