As you stem your arm up to my face,

I can feel your carressing hand holding me.

You have sharp edges that sometimes prick me,

But underneath you are a green that stays.

I am encased by soft red,

Where your love binds me to my core-

Holding the sweet fragrance of divinity.

Approaching at my top,

To where you make my heart radiate with beauty,

I flourish and shine under the moon.

Like a red rose in its fullest bloom.