Crimson love

I approach my love with not a bouquet, but a single red red rose, for I only have one heart to give. Her burgundy lips forge a smile too beautiful for a mere human yet every word she says is divine. Her status as a goddess is confirmed as I gaze at her wearing a strawberry rouge dress that looked nothing but expensive. The bright garnet jewelry she’s wearing gleams like the shiniest crystal gem in the setting sunlight. The only thing more red than her outfit was her blushing face after I kissed her hand and led her into the night; our adventure has just begun.