The red rose represents love. There is probably no doubt about this statement. If you prefer a classic look your florist will draw a single long elegant stem from Bordeaux red roses. When it comes to saying I love you, this rose is probably always the perfect way to send flowersaccompanied with a personal message. Your florist may even provide special packaging.
A single rose says more than a thousand words but it depends on the color. The Rose itself does not stand as a symbol for love. Other rose colors, other customs. When choosing the perfect rose for every occasion, there are only a few small things to note. The color of the flowers will set the tone.
A bouquet of roses can say for example “thank you”. However, red roses could be misunderstood here. Yellow roses however can also say “Thank you” or indeed “I’m sorry”. Pink roses are a sign of romantic affection and perfect when it is perhaps still a bit early for red roses. You should not give Black roses. They often seem threatening and are in some cultures as a symbol of Satanism and death. But even when you have white roses, beautiful as they are, always be a bit careful. You should never bring white roses to a hospital bed, as the innocent-looking flowers can be a metaphor for death and are often found in mourning bouquets. Outside of hospitals you have more freedom with a white rose: It means innocence, purity or friendship.
The color of the flowers is not the only crucial matter when giving roses. One should think twice about how you give away the rose – with or without thorns. Of course the thorns on the rose are easy to deal with, but even here one must first understand the language of the Rose: Giving a friend a thornless rose shows that there is hope for early friendship. A rose that comes completely without leaves and thorns, symbolizes resignation instead. This means you should be aware when buying roses. Otherwise you can unintentionally send the wrong signals. On the other hand – how can you go wrong with such a beautiful, fragrant flower?
Based on original article from Ederbeerleben