Short Romantic Poem

Within your arms, I'm sure no harm can be done.
The brick wall that stands
when I'm at home and school is taken down.

Your soft hands run down my back.
Today you gave me 6 different colored roses.
Each color is a symbol of the different ways you love me.

Rose #1 was a rarely seen blue rose.
Blue as in the color of my eyes.
Rose #2 and #3 was yellow and orange,
for the colors of the sunset on our first meeting.

Rose #4 was pink.
For the color of my lips
when you kiss them.

Rose #5 was white,
for the color of my dress the night of your prom.

And the last rose was red.
But, this one was fake.
You said that red was for
my love for you.

I look at you and
ask why is it fake.