Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare,
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
- Francis Thompson
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
- William Shakespeare
Every flower about a house certifies to the refinement of somebody.
Every vine climbing and blossoming tells of love and joy".
- Robert G. Ingersoll
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
- Attributed to Claudia Ghandi