I will till the soil with love and honour
Sweat drenched and weary until the dirt flows
Thick and black like streams down my face and Through these veins til they burst out with daisies
So pluck from them flowers of devotion
Iris, swaying jasmines and hibiscus
Sun kissed tokens of appreciation
Like fragrant pengrams of adoration
Reflected in your soul I see the truth
The true nature of a man is to be
Never satisfied and always wanting
But hope springs eternal from crying eyes
To water the seeds that feeds from my breasts.
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