Flower of life

At the first burst of light
I see its beauty grow expand (choose either grow or expand because they mean the same thing. Expand is more elegant of language.) in front of my eyes 

I smell their exquisite aroma and unmistakable
feeling of nature.
I feel it in my fingers when I touch it gently
almost with fear and bowed (I'm a bit confused by bowed. Do you mean felt?)
his unforgettable smoothness.

And (as the hours pass) the passing of the hours
I realize in front of my wondering eyes as I look

every minute becomes every second,
more diaphanous, more voluptuous and inviting
And her perfume is like burning lava
that quickly slips through my veins.

I love that you are doing poetry! Overall, good job!