One Perfect Rose BY DOROTHY PARKER 1 A single flow'r he sent me, since we met. 2 All tenderly his messenger he chose; 3 Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet - 4 One perfect rose. 5 I knew the language of the floweret; 6 'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.' 7 Love long has taken for his amulet 8 One perfect rose. 9 Why is it no one ever sent me yet 10 One perfect limousine, do