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Mine oath to my heart is broken,
And my thoughts of love prove true.
Of it, I have made a token.
Yet I'll get naught but pain from you.
Yet my heart proceeds to be foolish.
It demands a message pure.
I tell it not to be muleish.
But in this it is sure.
For this, words are not so simple.
The language of roses I shall use.
Perhaps you'll smile and dimple,
As I tell my love in flower hues.
Numbered in seven around the edge,
Yellow whispers only, "Remember."
While White gives my solemn pledge
To keep my love a hidden ember.
Four shall be the roses scarlet,
Clamoring of love and declaring my heart's submission
Around the center they'll form a circlet,
These flowers of tradition.
And at the center, the message's core.
A rose of deepest blue shows the truth I know.
The unattainable is this flower's lore.
To my heart, you'll always say no.
By your bedside awaits this floral message.
It gives to you the words I'll not speak.
These words made of petals and leafage
Whisper of how you've made my heart weak.
[Ooc: Heh! Dist gets sent roses...]