Puzzles: flower puzzles

I go mad, in fever of your perfect flower, you never were flaming rose, till we saw each

Other bloom, a mother began to unflower, in poetry duende, a wildfire,

Me mad, you desire, a road spread out for each other, and whose the rest, to say give up

In their ruined sidelines, from outwhere you flower-branch, mythic sprung,

You, in control, deft of hand, fire of tongue, obsessed in love, disciplined, perfect,

Everywhen, even doom, tis poetry’s mad fever, but O, to look at you in bloom! To love you!