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 […]
A clean lens for my dirty mind
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 […]