Rosa centifolia, Pierre-Joseph Redouté (1824)
My Gift to You, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
What shall be as my gift given to thee?
A symbol of who you are it should be.
Surely will not to be extempore,
Nor to appear to be given blithely.
Shoes are thin going to many a store.
With nary success will go to yet more.
Difficult finding what we both adore,
Must speak ever clearly words of amour.
Now after many thoughts I understand,
It is here in my nervous shaking hand,
While knees are knocking like a one man band,
Hoping you think it’s absolutely grand.
My gift, a tend’r pink rose of softest hue,
Every time I see one, I think of you!