Loves Me, Loves Me Not

“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.” —Dorothy Parker

Welcome to the mysterious and sometimes scandalous world of the language of flowers. Since the days of Queen Victoria (and earlier the harems of the Middle East) flowers have allowed lovers and friends to express themselves without saying...