Love me like a rose, as an empty petal, speak of love silently

Lightly and most undeniably love can be bittersweet

My roses are red, luscious yet misread as they represent the love beneath us quietly

They are indeed

Red, my endless kisses and most endeavoured wishes

Are for you

My rose, stem, leaf, petal and spine must be mine 

Ever thine, ever mine, always ours.