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A walk through the rosy crop,
A talk to the tiny drop,
Convey me the story of,
Love and blossom on its top,
Is it your youth’s blossom course?
I asked the beautiful sweating rose,
Or is it love tear that pops,
Beneath your eyes in tiny drops,
Is it the labor, to growing call?
Or is it the natures, love that fall,
Is it my prayer, or is my care,
That I see, on leaking layer,
Is wetness upon, witnesses long?
The deepen roots of sin that moan,
The drop I had, when slips my arm,
Answers the Rose, I gain my charm,
Its sweat or is the gracious calm,
Layered on me, to wash my palm,
With these fingers, peaks on arm,
I hug your dreams, with loving alarm,
I wet in reason to fill your dry,
And so I sweat and so I cry,
In all I learned from creator’s course,
Is love thy base of Sweating Rose……….