"More than anything in the world now I look forward to blossoming into that beautiful purple rose and doing my name proud." He looked toward her, grasping the gloved hand in the process with her own little blush. "Whatever, who cares if you had a bad attempt at a poem? Honestly, I just loved watching you blow crap up anyway!" Well, it might not have been the most romantic statement ever, but at least it was honest. Blossom, as it might have been so to speak, actually figured that he might have appreciated her honesty in all of this.