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Red roses are so cliché—and a yellow rose did not say enough                        A white rose speaks of purity—perhaps I should have reached for the blue Though mysterious, that colored rose just did not seem to suit you.                 I could have reached for the pink, but I held back Though your presense gives me happiness—the pink just seemed to lack.                             I needed something more—something that spoke of us That said “forever is our friendship” and you’re the one I’ll forever trust.                 And that is when it dawned on me—the colored rose I