An apter flower for love-lore could scarcely be selected than the forget-me-not.

 
It expresses a lofty affection,

inasmuch as its corolla is heavenly blue; but this is picked out with pink, to stamp it as human and homely. 

It suggests how good stands not still, but goes on to become better;

for its buds are prevalently pink,

its expanded blossoms chiefly blue. 

Its centre is golden, love being a great giver and giving of its best.

While by a crowning touch of appropriateness, its blossom stalk has a habit of dividing 

into a double spike of bloom. Thus showing us two that make up but one.

“What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder.”

Time Flies
July 8^th entry
~ Christina Rossetti