Let me loose the trellis that holds on to my roses
weave every thorn I own around your open space
I do not twine nor do I have a tendril to boast of
but I do own beauty and the scent of Rose Khalid  

Let me penetrate your senses with my wildish ways
cleaving shadows of your night, I will bring you day
I am not a flower to be cast aside just like the rest  
take good care of me and I will surely bloom in May

Let me be your muse's musk, powdery sweet like earth  
leaving trails of inspiration on your velvet book of love  
I am not a garden trinket nor your favorite rose my dear
talk to me as if  I were a prayer, written just for thee.

For I am no longer a prisoner of your poetry Dear One  
just a simple musk-filled muse, reaching for the Sun...