Weight of burdens sprawling thick on pavement,
Shackled tight in cobblestones I call you,
So your hand ends swiftly my enslavement,
Softly calming torment I am put through.
Lifted in your company, I flower,
Will, by your affection, bold and strengthened,
Dry and dead now vibrant in your power,
Tendrils' grasps, encouraged, blossom lengthened.
Unequipped to prune my leaves constraining,
Spread you they, revealing ripened treasure,
But, they keep me ever low, restraining,
For your tools restrict to use for pleasure;
Many have my fruit for beauty taken,
Though, all else save taste have you forsaken.