One Perfect Rose

A single flower sent to me, since the last we met.
Very tender the messenger he had chose.
Pure & deep-hearted, with sweet scented dew still wet.
All it is, was one perfect rose!
I knew this language, of the beautiful flower.
~My fragile leaves~, it said, ~his heart is close.~
Love has long taken from this bright amulet.
Taken as a shape, of one perfect rose.
Why is it so, that no one has sent me one yet?
A perfect limo do you suppose?
No...it's just my luck to get.
This one perfect rose!!