Choosing the Perfect Roses

Today even the February sky is shimmering red; a little shoppe of flower with a sign, " No Smoking, Please. " carries my favorite roses tendered by friendly Fred... the ones my tender and loving Valentine likes to receive. With hundreds of pretty roses, it should be an easy task; I browse and get lost in their beautiful colors; Sherry approaches me noticing I hesitate to ask, " Hi, handsome...let me help you choose the perfect roses! " Those yellow, purple, white and blue ones don't seem to ignite fantasy, but the flaming red ones stand out as inflamed hearts seeking passion; " Do you like these? Are they for your fiance, or wife? She kindly asks me. I reply with an air of mystery, " No, they are for my secret admirer, Lynn! "