I like this, the style is very nice. It don't know how to describe it, but the poem almost seems to be blushing. If that makes any sense. Which I'm sure it didn't. Anyways, good job.

I love the metaphor of 'the creeping roses, which bloom in my face'; great way to describe a blush. I thought your use of enjambment was very effective, especially 'And I cherish with every fiber of my / undeserving and mystified being.' One thing I disliked was how you used the words 'inexplicable affection' twice, I think it would be more powerful if you replaced these words with synonyms in one of the places you used them.

This is so relatable, and has such wonderful imagery. The idea of creeping roses blooming in someone's face is just such a haunting and beautiful picture. I love the last three lines, and I totally understand being pale and how annoying it is. The slightest emotion and it's like BAM-- I'm bright pink. Lol. Anyway, all in all, this poem really holds the feeling of humiliation while trying to conceal painfully evident adoration. I really love this!

Oh wow, I like this a lot. (And curse my skin for the same reason.)

"The creeping roses which bloom in my face" -- I love the imagery there.
"And I cherish with every fiber of my/undeserving and mystified being." -- I can so relate to that, I feel that way entirely too often.

The last three lines are my favourite, overall.

Wonderful Job. :)