His heart enclose

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Photo by Richard Fogg

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.

~ Dorothy Parker