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