One Perfect Rose – Dorothy Parker

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.
Why is it no one ever sent me yet

One perfect limousine, do you suppose?

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

One perfect rose. 

Poem – One Perfect Rose -Dorothy Parker

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. 

Why is it no one ever sent me yet 

One perfect limousine, do you suppose? 

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

One perfect rose.