First four lines, had me absolutely hooked. In a way, this reminds me of Beauty and the Beast. I loved the images in this.

magnificent.
i loved the ending.

yours until the wind changes,
gg

"Trundle." Delightful diction.

"Your eyes fulfil the parts of me." Moving. Heart-warming. Profound.

"And today twelve flowers died for my selfish causes." It's interesting to think that such a gift means that the rose are, in fact, dying. We're giving others a gift that will not last. But, then again, they're so lovely, aren't they? :)

Hmm...
Intriguing.
I enjoyed it. Mysterious with a nice flair. I liked your rhyming scheme, and while there wasn't any rhythm, that worked quite well. Am I right in assuming that the 'twelve flowers' line at the end is a reference to the folk tradition of placing twelve wildflowers under your pillow in order to dream of your true love?
However, one small note. This is entitled 'Roses and sweatpea.' I have a feeling you meant 'sweetpea.' That made me giggle a little.
Good poem.

- Harriet.