Very intriguing work! At first I thought it a poem about love of a human, but after a few readings, I understand it as a poem about the extraordinary beauty in a bloom, a beauty that lasts longer than a human life.
(I don't understand the 37 degrees.)
I adore this line:
Let an angel hold my daring hand!
I like your poem a lot.
Thanks, @owasco, for your kind comment.
37 degrees is human heat, it is fatal for flowers. That is why I say that it is hell, a sin ...
Oh! haha Stupid American, where we measure temperature in Fahrenheit. Thank you for clarifying. That line makes beautiful sense now. Very nice!
Oh, true! I should have thought about that when translating.
Greeting!