Ghastly Roses

Staring on the ground decor with petals of roses,
roses that you said you love.
It came from a nursery of many others,
upon reaching you, the designated owner,
you swipe it onto the floor,
littering my heart, decorating the floor,
cleared your answers.
Petals so innocently glamoring its unintended host, the floor.
Wind ghastly comes by a greeting of mockery,
as the petals of the rich-red roses, dancing gracefully along,
with the wind.