Sitting on the soil of roses with thou
staring at the moon and the stars with no doubt;
Search for my key, embarking on a trip to the sky
and sit close to the moon with my mouth watery
Of the promises I ought to lay on our bed of roses
with the moon and company of the stars
stands to bear witness
For I speak of the song my heart sings of you
and of the throne built in my heart chamber for you
I stand in the presence of the moon and the stars
and utter this words to you my rose
Till when the moon loses it breathe
and made to lay, refusing to raise
Till when the black grasses on my head
turns white
and I grow a third leg held by my hand
Till when this white grasses on my head falls off
and death comes knocking on my door
Till when my flesh is planted into the dust
and my bones grew wings and fly in the sky in dust
I promise to build a fence of love around you
and serve you as my queen for eternity
This I speak of, with the fat red woman
at the gathering of white thorns in my mouth
I promise to keep
for the moon and stars shall bear witness
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