The Rose Wants Not To Weep

Like the 1st bite

The 1st kiss is always sweetest

And like 1st sunset The Lord made

The earth rejoices with a bliss

For she opens a hungry mouth

For all of mortal man's honey

And to sow and reap from days of labor for their money

Also from rose who wants to bear no bitter thorns

For her sent so sweet

She care to never mourn