My Bliss

with the rising sun

my little bud rose

she yawns and spreads her petals

although her eyes are still closed

the smile she gifts my day

is a bliss, only i can experience

allow me to have a puff

of the scent of your body

let them reside in my lungs

lest, when i forget, joy in your absence

Eventually, as i breathe out,

your aroma, shall restore 

the harmony of my senses 

my little bud rose

the antecedent of my happiness

She who colours my life,

in paints, which rejuvenate 

my desire to grow old

Under her shade