You blossom so beautifully,
each and every pedal like silk,
your breathtaking blood red attracts my eyes.

Whispering to me everyday.
I gasp at the sight of you.
You are the definition of happiness.
One by one pedals glide to the dry ground, crawling into the next season.

Better if you try to write it and give it breaks in places...I dont like the word crawling in this piece Dolla, perhap changing it to blowing or something like that.

You have painted a beautiful picture of your red rose bush..Keep writin dolla!
Lostlove

Thanks! I was thinking the same thing when I wrote this. I will make sure I change it.