A gift of flowers to a woman implies that she is as deliciously desirable as the blossoms themselves; but there may be another and hidden message, contained in the old-fashioned phrases like 'shy as a violet, 'clinging vine,' not originally conceived as pejoratives, that tells more of the truth - which is that flowers are also emblems of feminine submission.
Just why I suffer loss I cannot know, I only know my Father wills it so. He leads in paths I cannot understand; But all the way I know is wisely planned. My life is only mine that I may use The gifts he length me as he may choose; And if in love some boon he does recall, I know that unto him belongeth all. I am his child and I can safely trust; He loves me and I know that he is just. Within his love I can scarcely rest, Assured that what he does for me is best.