Only you can tend to me
beautiful rose garden/
beautiful rose bush.
Only you understand,
The fleshy thorns
protecting, covering,
inflicting, you/me.
Many bees, and others
dance to nestle close
and drink from your
nectar. And you no
less lovely, and lavish
as before.
But they soon shall
leave satisfied, and
we still unsatisfied.
Once again alone
in Holy Longing...
For eternal shelter,
eternal shade, eternal
redemption in which
you were made and
always will be created
for:
A symbol of strength
and beauty swaying
towards eternal life.
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