That First Unsullied Snowdrop Poem by Mark Heathcote

Love, to what flower do you most aspire?
Love, what 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, to what flower should I aspire?
Love, what flower do you utmost require?
Be it the foxglove's fleshy advancing spire
or the honeysuckles tendrils of wire.
Be you, simply May time's forget-me-not
better still, that first unsullied snowdrop.