A poem for you, my love:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Oh! Before I go on, I should add that interestingly enough this is because various pigments in the two flowers’ petals are present in differing amounts and absorb and reflect differing wavelengths of the sun’s electromagnetic radiation from the visible spectrum, which causes the rods and cones of human eyes to send differing signals to our optic nerves, thus invoking the abstract notion of “color” in our brains. Sorry, I just find that stuff fascinating. I mean, those flowers have no concept whatsoever of “red” or “blue”. Sort of strange to assign those terms to them, when they’re really terms of human creation, don’t you think? I just find that stuff so interesting. So… anyway. That said. My point was more… well… I suppose I just wanted you to know that… though you say I am cold, awkward, and overly analytical, I think you’re the most, well, practical female–… woman I’ve ever met.
And I love you.