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Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
One Perfect Rose

1 A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
2 All tenderly his messenger he chose;
3 Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet --
4 One perfect rose.

5 I knew the language of the floweret;
6 "My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
7 Love long has taken for his amulet
8 One perfect rose.

9 Why is it no one ever sent me yet
10 One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
11 Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
12 One perfect rose.