That First Unsullied Snowdrop Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Love, which flower do you most aspire to?
Love, which flower should I most admire?
Red peonies with lustful, conduit desire
Purple crocuses cupped with fire
Or the now-pink foreign ragged robin,
Breathless; rolling on a country, common.
I'm like a sprig of green Solomon's seal.
You're like a single rosebud, so genteel.
Love, which flower should I aspire to most?
Love, what flower do you most require?
Be it the foxglove's fleshy advancing spire
Or the honeysuckle tendrils of wire.
Be you, simply May Time's forget-me-not
… Better still, that first unsullied snowdrop.