Every night he laid a white rose on her porch rail.
For he knew, that her love for him,
Was as pure and clean as the snow.
And so he showed her his own feelings,
With a white rose.

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/lame poem is lame

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Ahem. Yes. I... I thought I might contribute something even if I am a little late to the game.

This is the rose I got my mom for Valentine's Day. Though, without the poem of course. I thought of that after I took the picture.

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Hope ya like it. :]