Dorothy Parker(1893–1967)
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 knew the language of the floweret;
"My fragile leaves, it said, "his heart enclose.
Love long has taken for his amulet
One Perfect Rose
W h y i s i t n o o n e ever s e n t m e y e t
O n e p e r f e c t l i m o u s i n e , do y o u s u p p o s e ?
A h n o , it's always j u s t m y l u c k t o g e t
One Perfect Rose