Red & White Perfection

So this is my first official poem for my Creative Writing class! Now, as a note, I am not a poet. I do not pretend to be a poet. I am use to narrative writing where I'm not limited to fewer lines and less detail! Haha. First is the original draft, and then the rewrite based on the comments during the workshop today. Tell me what you think! For all of you girls from Elyria, give me a guess as to what this is about.
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Red & White Perfection

My arm had never looked more beautiful
Than it did that day.
My first corsage sat tied on my wrist
With delicate ribbons
Feather light petals kissing my skin.
The pure white carnation smelled so sweet
Made only more beautiful by the red bows
A combination of colors so fitting for the day.
For once I did not regret that this sight
Of perfection on my wrist was new.
Today was a long awaited and bittersweet goodbye
Leaving behind those peers of youth.
I smile and think of all the joys of that day
The pride of moving forward
And still too naïve for remorse.

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Red & White Perfection

My arm had never looked more beautiful
than it did that day.
My first and only corsage sat tied on my wrist
with delicate ribbons,
feather light petals kissing my skin.
The pure white carnation smelled so sweet
made only more beautiful by the red bows,
a combination of colors so fitting for the day.
For once I did not regret that this sight
of perfection on my wrist was new.
The bitterness of having lacked such a sight
in the past and in the usual way
was nowhere to be found.
My teacher handed me the flawless piece,
not a boy,
and for that I was strangely moved.
Today was a long awaited and bittersweet goodbye,
leaving behind those peers of youth.
I smile and think of the joys,
the laughter and already fading memories,
the pride of moving forward
and still too naïve for remorse.