Your beauty is like a rose budding in spring.  Your skin is but gentle and silk like the tears of the morning dew that make the pedals soft.  The scent of a women is breath taking.  I just need to pause for a moment to take it all in.  The potpourri, the incense, perfume,  fragrance attracts me again and again just like a bee, and when your pedals fall may it continue to burn in my soul a little longer, till we meet again. But my ever so beautiful flower may we not depart without a kiss; the gentle taste of your lips is intoxicating sweet like honey. Now my love you have given me what I need to start my day.  In water may you stay fresh for me, till I come home.  For in my eyes you will always be my gentle rose.