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."