Cliche

Why must love always mean a red rose?
There must be more then one way it shows!
What about those who think love is a yellow buttercup?
Who are happy while it lasts and act like a lovesick pup!
Or those poor souls who believe love is blue carnations,
Only because they were once hurt by it's sensations.
The darkest of dark who think love is a black nasturtium,
It must be because somebody hurt them.
The best love out there that can be found,
Is the one you do not see that much around,
It is the love like the white lily flower,
When nothing can defeat it's blinding power.