Blissfully to be followed

It purely smells me of my own psyche. A picture that I craved for, I got indulge into making elation of it, Which in return raised me up... The petals are still not split-up, Looks as like as a cottonwoods, Which just beautifully glance over the mirror.. Time went on quietly, Mirrors seems to be fuzzy, Although, Petals were dazzling for the whole life span, And I thanked that eyeful rose, As it dressed of my own secret self.