"My
dearest love," said he,
"I
have a perfect Rose for thee."
She,
holding it from above,
so
white and pure as a dove.
Said, "dear
one that's a nice lot,
but
did you remember Forget Me Nots?
For
if a flower should be mine,
I'd
rather not have a clinging vine.
While
Daisies are true,
they're
but flimsy as you..
Tiger
Lillies are grand
but
not long on hand.
Gardenias
though,a fragrant bunch,
curl
and brown at the touch.
Golden
Poppies are free
but
they can't always be.
White
Roses, while pure , few,
and
blessed by the dew
Are
clothed with sharp thorns
which
your hearts also worn.
Unless
these posies are already bought,
I'd
rather have bouquets of
Forget
Me Nots."
Kay Ekwall©1999
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