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!
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