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By Sheilah

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.

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.

by Dorothy Parker

this poem always makes me laugh - especially on our anniversary :)
maybe next year....

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