Love, Soil

By K J Pavithra

Rose, Rose 
In love with you, I am
Your rays, your ways 
My grains watching your blaze 
Do you not see that I love you? 
Even when I seem to hide my gaze
Rose, Rose 
Will you not let me touch you?
Oh! These thorns that hold you
Will you remove them for me to show you
what I have buried in me for you?
Rose, Rose
I love you, 
I love you
Though these thorns hurt me too
I still try to come to you
But this water I give to you
my only way into you
Rose, Rose
Why do you not reply?
When I cry myself for you to survive
I love you, I love you
Oh! Will you not love me too?
Rose, Rose
I love you, I love you
But do you not love me too?
My grain lies broken in pieces of you
But this water I take from you
until you love me true
Rose, Rose
At last! you reply to my grain
yet so withered you became
Alas! the water that I kept from you
has brought you to me from a sky so blue
Rose, O withered rose!
I love you, I love you
Will you not love me like I do?

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