Bouquet said: “My floral ring <br /> The homage of a heart encloses, <br />Whose thoughts to you go worshipping <br /> In perfume from my blushing roses.” <br /> <br />Bracelet said: “My rubies red, <br /> Though hard the gleam that each exposes, <br />Will last when flowers of Spring are fled <br /> And dead are all the Summer roses.” <br /> <br />Beauty mused awhile, and said, <br /> “Here’s poesy!” and sighed, “Here prose is <br />Bouquet! I choose the rubies red!— <br /> In Winter they will buy me roses.”<br /><br />Victor James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bouquet-and-bracelet/
