A single flow'r he sent me, since we met. <br />All tenderly his messenger he chose; <br />Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet - <br />One perfect rose. <br /> <br />I knew the language of the floweret; <br />'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.' <br />Love long has taken for his amulet <br />One perfect rose. <br /> <br />Why is it no one ever sent me yet <br />One perfect limousine, do you suppose? <br />Ah no, it's always just my luck to get <br />One perfect rose.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-perfect-rose/
