A letter to my Unapologetic lover

I close my eyes and smell the fragrance. A soft scent of petals and pollen. Her body structured to the soil, a mistress of her roots. She shines brightly to the kiss of the sun. A shady stroke of red on her lip, the mouth of a singing siren. My little red flower of love. Under the clouds you shower away your sins in the rain

your ever changing mood by the season...