There was diversity
Among the roses
And he picked me.
Sensuous and soulful
Swaying in the wind,
My scent disperses,
Rendering him helpless
To my sexual prowess.
I become his aphrodisiac,
His muse
Inspiring, alluring, loving,
Like an angel,
A beacon of hope.
He grasps on
Never letting go,
For eternity.
