The beautiful rose in the garden,
In which I wish is mine,
The fear of the mighty gardener,
Pound around my heart.
It is a game of do or die,
All I wish daily is feeling the saint of the rose,
Making the rose dwells around my heart,
But the fear pounds as well daily.
Getting rid of the fear is a better option,
Ready to pluck the rose without opposition,
Obtaining my will in the wilderness of fear,
Now the naughty game begins.
Written by: John O Moses
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