Like freshly cut roses, I place life in a vase... of love.
Send a bouquet of your face with the morning breeze.
(n.) A nosegay; a bunch of flowers.
(n.) A perfume; an aroma; as, the bouquet of wine.
If you look at every flower individually, they look quite miserable. Put them together in a vase and they become a bouquet and that's quite attractive. I think about our community often in that way
I appreciate the beauty and balm of flowers but I have never enjoyed receiving them because then I have to watch them die, and worse...throw them away.