Sometimes you have to stop and smell the flowers.

No, seriously.

Sometimes it really, really pays to.

Let me elucidate:

Occasionally I like to be romantic. Occasionally.
Like when I'm trying to get my woman in the mood and stuff.

Occasionally I find romantic inspiration in poetry. And stuff.

One such poem is Wild Daisies by a NZ poet, Bub Bridger:

"If you love me
Bring me flowers
Wild daisies
Clutched in your fist
Like a torch
No orchids or roses
Or carnations
No florist's bow
Just daisies
Steal them
Risk your life for them
Up the sharp hills
In the teeth of the wind
If you love me
Bring me daisies
Wild daisies
That I will cram
In a bright vase
And marvel at"

Bud Buckley also wrote a song along those lines. It was called Move Me:

"She said, write me, sing me something deep, not low
She said, If you want to move me than you got to know
Some literary words, and a clever use of verbs
And If you want me you have to move me
Oh please move me, move me, move me. Move me, move me, move me
Sing me words that move me..."

Love should move you.
And you should be moved to show it.

Calling a florist and handing over your credit card details only proves you have money. And lack inspiration.

The fact that I'm cheap has nothing whatsoever to do with the previous comment.

And so I mounted my steed and went wild flower hunting
And I rode into the southern ranges, descending Downhill Tracks, where lesser mortals have broken their bikes and backs,
and then up again into the clouds where God whispers secrets into the wind, and there on that peak I discovered a daisy with a wild lion's mane, thrashing its head in free and fierce defiance, for she knew the mountain was Hers alone.

And then, she was Mine

Decapitated,
I stole the daisy away, back to My Lady.

Her face lit up. There was sweetness and surprise and love in her eyes. She gently pressed the flower against her nose, and then,
sursprised,
screwed her face up in revoltion, fiercly fighting the urge to
Throw Up.

The daisy had the last wild laugh.

And so, to my point: