Which One Is The Rose

I yearn for a closer look.
Her hands caress you lightly.
Your fragrance she enjoys;
Her eyes are opened slightly.

I adore your stunning glow,
A crimson painting ablaze,
Resplendent in appearance,
As you glory in her praise.

When I am close to you,
I pause to relish the view
And offer grateful words
To the one who holds you, too.