One perfect rose

A single flower he sent me ,since we met
all tenderly his messenger he chose
deep-hearted pure with scented dew
still wet
one perfect rose
I knew the language of the flower
my fragile leaves it said
his heart enclose
love long has taken for his locket
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