Rose

A single flower he sent me,
since we metall tenderly his messenger he chose;
deep-hearted, pure with scented dew still wetone perfect rose.

I knew the language of the flower\
"my fragile leaves ,it said his heart enclose\"love long has taken for his locketone perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yetone perfect limousine,do you suppose?Ah, no it's always just my luck to get one perfect rose