One Perfect Rose.

                                     One Perfect Rose

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met,

All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Deep-hearted pure, with scented dew still wet
 -One perfect rose.

I know the language of the floweret.

“My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose.”

Love long has taken for his amulet

One perfect rose.

                     Why is it no one ever sent yet 

                                                              One perfect limousine, do you suppose?

                                                         Ah no, it's always just my luck to get

                                                          One perfect rose.

                                                       Dorothy Parker ( 1893-1967,

 an American poet)

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