This flower began as a single bud,
Small but strong and true,
Nurtured by the roots of life,
It became a rose stem and grew.
Wrapped tight against outside harm,
Its petals formed and flourished,
The tender care of mother nature,
A promise to protect and nourish.
It is a symbol of the love we share,
All the things out of love you do.
It is a promise that my heart is yours,
That my forever Valentine is you.
©2011, Donald Harbour