Red roses are to Valentine's Day what kisses are to love; they make the occasion that much sweeter.
Thanks to their abundant beauty, red roses have long been a Valentine's Day symbol. And nothing says romance more than a bouquet, whether delivered personally by hand or sent to someone's office where they can be put on display, admired and envied by co-workers. If you decide to send a floral gift to a place of business, consider adding a vase to your order so that the recipient won't be stuck finding a vessel to display the roses.
Note: Red roses are magnificent to look at but are not particularly fragrant, So if you want to appeal to your lover's senses or both sight and smell, consider adding another type of flower, such as lilies, to a bouquet.
Whether you can afford to buy single red roses, a small bouquet of red roses combined with other flowers, long-stemmed red roses, or an entire room filled with red roses, the gifts below can convey the depth of your feelings.
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Two days of romantic sweetness start with a dozen fresh red roses that arrive safely packaged in a gift box. The next day a dozen giant strawberries, dipped in milk, dark or white and covered with toppings, arrives. You can also order this duo with three dozen red roses (but still only 12 strawberries!)
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Depending on the recipient, a long-stemmed beauty may be perceived as incredibly romantic, wisely frugal or insultingly cheap. Know your audience!
Or simply assume, like poet Robert Burns, that your gift will be cherished as a metaphor of love:
O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.
So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry.
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.
And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile.