Life is not fair when you have not invested anything to it.
The harvest of tomorrow is today seed.
When flower open at the wake of the day,
It's beauty is revealed
it beacon on passers-by
It's beauty is cherished
But the beauty is it own seed
Source
One plucked it enslaved the beauty
Given no consideration to it's owner.
Oh what a beauty.
mine is to shine in the brightness of the day
Bring you my lover to myself
Make you cherish my beauty is all I want
But why do you plucked my beaconing tool
I wish it to be there all time
Your beauty is all I want
I want less of you
I want more of your tool
Your tool made me lost my sense of part
I see you afar of
I come near
I don't want to leave
The beauty is your charm
I rather be under the spell of your beauty charm
I love you my cherisher
I enjoy your stay
but you have plucked my tool
For what!
I wish it were there
My tool is my pride
I wish it were there all the time
I will not sleep
But blossom even at night
Oh my tool.
Come off your reverie
Your beauty is not perpetual
It's for but a season
Your beauty of today is your seed for tomorrow
I love it and i pluck it
Your beauty will fade if not plucked
The sun help your beauty in the morning to shine.
The sun has it's own eye on your beauty
At it's own peak it wither your tool.
I have come to give you future.
I have come to make you not dead.
Thank you my cherisher
Thank you for stopping by
When I saw you I know my beauty
My beauty speak and you hear me when you saw me
You gave me a careful touch in your heart
But to me it's a painful pruning.
You brought out the real beauty in me
I know the sun love me to destroy me
But your love is all my beauty now
Am more beautiful more than you met me
Thanks for staying.
Oh my cherisher
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