O sweet rose withdraw thy essence
As you search for undying presence
Fill me as a mystical exchange
As this cistern wine makes me drunk
The few words of magic resonates
The words that makes rivalry guilt
As it stains a humble heart with scars
Love me as a goddess of truth prowess
What you search o sweet rose lies
At your door and flies as a smoke
Into stem of our very existence
O sweet rose adorn with thorns
The unseen world where our soul fuse
And love brew our hearts to see unclear
For sky so deep as well shallow we unlearn
Foretold truth bears acidic rain in our heart
As tears torment our happy conscience
You break my heart and trust as cloud
A star points the road to point of rebirth
A so-called agony our soul exchange and unite
O sweet rose weep for love decline our heart
And rises as sun in distance mirror
Flowing as a stream towards an ocean
Tides of smiles vanish as the sun comes up
(c) Martin Ijir 2018