By an
attraction of scent-
Felt myself being called.
I fell into sweet embrace
  called into its descent.
    
Conspicuous;
truly is made up of her face-
Beauty so heavy onto a Rose.
All that's seen; open to the eye
All soon to be exposed.
              
So I then
picked one as bitter sweet-
And was quickly cut by thorns.

I learnt recently

how she knows       her worth
Truly rooted           to ground
  and down            to Earth;
A flower girl.