Kiss From A Rose

I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh,
The more I get of you,
The stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom.
A light hits the gloom on the gray.

I decided after my debacle on Saturday with my new backdrop, that I would just cut a bit off the bottom for my smaller shots before I do any damage to it.

I hope I have done the rose some justice as it's my neighbours who has recently left. I ran over the road with scissors and and oven mitt and nicked it while the house now he has fully moved out, and before the new owners move in.