That First Unsullied Snowdrop

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.