I haven't made much progress in my efforts to reduce the mountain of unread books but I have been delving into favorite parts of the books on my keeper shelves. Happily, I ran across this poem by Dorothy Parker which I haven't read for years. I think it perfectly describes relationships. I hope you like it.
One Perfect Rose
A single Flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his message 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."
Long love 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.
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