If that kind of romantic don't melt her heart, nothing will!
Seriously, I've told this story before, probably here, if so, I'm sorry: I was working with a group of the crustiest bastards you've ever met. I needed a gift for Mrs. B. At lunch I asked advice. The oldest, crustiest SOB in the group said: "I just go into one of those flower shops." I said I wouldn't expect him to know what to ask for. He said: "I just ask for something with blossoms".
I decided to try it. They were all closed by the time I left work. I had to come up with another idea, and I'm not good at that.
Days later, I was passing a roadside produce stand. They had these posies about four feet tall in five gallon buckets, Gladiolas? They were $.75 each! $20. bought a whole bucket full! There are about 6 big blossoms per stem. The lady who sold them to me wrapped them in green tissue paper. I went home, found the cleanest bucket I could, and set it up real nice, wrapping the tissue paper around the bucket.
She walked through the door, froze still, and started to cry.
I never have figured women out! Total mystery! Now, every year I get her another twenty dollars worth.
Willie
Oh, the old crusty SOB I mentioned buys his late seventies wife a new tire for her wheelbarrow to haul wood. He lives in a pine forest, cleared just enough trees to put in the house. Fifty years later these trees are over mature. One by one they die. He cuts one by climbing to the top, and tying a rope. His wife pulls the rope while he cuts the tree. He worried about her, she's not as fast as she used to be. Valentines Day he bought her a longer rope. Now she doesn't have to run as far.