A corsage

The white roses with cerulean ribbons

Lighting up her wrist

Little did she know,

Later that night

She would glance down again

To see only pale skin

The panic that would

Flutter in her heart

And his valiant search

To find it

He would not find it,

Much to his dismay

But she was content

To just be with him

In the end,

What was so special

About a corsage

Anyways?