How is this poem? For homecoming invite. (shortened due to maximum characters.)?

Could I be a schnook for being so shallow

This rose has grown abreast to me and I see that I had fallowed

A flower grows from beneath a blanket

Of fine and purest white reaches toward the sun

For heat and for the light

My caring for you grows stronger still,

Despite the surrounding cold

My heart is yours, bartered gone

For yours has it been sold

its petals shine from morning dew

Its stem grows stiff and strong

It stands strong through the freezing cold

It stands the winter long



I’ve seen you since four years from chemistry to Spanish

I miss the way you smile and laugh

The longer that we stay apart

The more I despair

The flower stretches through the snow

It reaches toward the sun

And now without you the color is gone

The flower's petals, dunBut as we talk, and as we learn

The flower comes back to life

The darkness fades and the snow melts

As you take away my strife

But as for now Homecoming draws near

So I ask one thing that will sheath my lance

Will you be with me at our first dance?

How is this poem? For homecoming invite. (shortened due to maximum characters.)?
That's really good! To bad girls just don't care about poetry no more. Ask her in a more natural way, and save the poem for publication.