Emma Lou Diemer - One Perfect Rose

A single flow'r 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 floweret;
"My fragile leaves," it said, "his heart enclose."
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfеct rose

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