There is a language, little known,

   Lovers claim it as their own.

   Its symbols smile upon the land,

   Wrought by nature's wondrous hand;

   And in their silent beauty speak,

   Of life and joy, to those who seek

   For Love Divine and sunny hours

   In the language of flowers.

   -The Language of Flowers, London, 1875

   There will be a definition of a flower in the start of each chapter, I found this poem and thought it would be a beautiful way to start the book.