Heliotrope - The Language of Flowers

Heliotrope.

Flowers white, or faint purple. Very sweet scented.
Turns towards the sun.

Devotion.

Ah! I would sit for long, long hours,
And let thee read my heart--
Its Greek, and poetry, and flowers,
And words of cunning art;
And never think, with all thy skill,
That thou couldst make it plain;
For something thou wouldst find there still
To study o'er again.

Deep grave upon secret leaves
Are mysteries so rare,
That all the aid thy mind receives
From books would fail thee there.
But I, yes I, with simple pride,
Could soon explain the key;
Here, take this sentence for thy guide--
My love for God and THEE!