My Message
H. Rhodes
I sent you red roses, and I know
My heart went with them when I saw them go,
They carried in their petals love for you,
And yet who sent the flow'rs, you never knew!
Perchance you did not care, and they are dead,
Their message, and their meaning both have fled;
And though my soul went in their leaves to you,
You never thought, dear heart, you never knew!