A single flower he sent me, since we met <br />all tenderly his messenger he chose; <br />deep-hearted, pure with scented dew <br />still wet <br />one perfect rose. <br />I knew the language of the flower <br />'my fragile leaves, it said <br />his heart enclose' <br />love long has taken for his locket <br />one perfect rose. <br />Why is it no one ever sent me yet <br />one perfect limousine, <br />do you suppose? <br />Ah, no it’s always just my luck to get <br />one perfect rose<br /><br />kaitreena stwert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-perfect-rose-2/
