Roses Are Red, and O My Gosh! Are You BLUE?

I, like most people, love it when some one get me flowers. I mean, what's not to love? They're pretty to look at, it shows that someone cares about you and they make you smile when ever you see or think about them.
I, however, hate roses. I mean, I despise them with a passion. "And you hate roses, why?" you might ask in bewilderment. Well when ever I smell roses I start to fell super sick, not in a hay fever, "O, I have to sneeze now," type of sick but in an all out, "Make way! I think I'm going to barf!" kind of way. And it all started when I began to associate the smell of roses to funerals. That's right I smell roses and I think dead people. So to all of you potential suitors, if you don't want me to barf all over you, don't get me roses try daises or hand-picked wild flowers. (Bonus: they're cheaper)