The Rose

This is an entry for "The Stretch" poetry contest. A Lune style 1 with 5 stanzas.

A sight to behold
  Left Breathless,
Lovers of the rose

Her hue of passion,
  So deeply,
Fierce and dauntless red

So delicate are
  Her petals,
Crimped close with such grace

Lingering sweetly,
  Her aura
Of fragrance divine

Though her stay seems short,
  Her spirit,
Lives on in the heart