Valentine For Botanists Quotes (3 quotes)
The Botany of Our Love
To My Blooming Valentine
Like seeds in spring, love takes its time,
But ours has flourished—strong, divine.
Your laughter’s sunlight, your touch is rain,
With you, my world will never wane.
No withering frost, no drought too dry,
Could wilt the garden of you and I.
So let’s keep growing, wild and free,
A forest strong—just you and me.
Forever blossoming for you,
Your Devoted Botanist ❤️
To My Blooming Valentine
Like seeds in spring, love takes its time,
But ours has flourished—strong, divine.
Your laughter’s sunlight, your touch is rain,
With you, my world will never wane.
No withering frost, no drought too dry,
Could wilt the garden of you and I.
So let’s keep growing, wild and free,
A forest strong—just you and me.
Forever blossoming for you,
Your Devoted Botanist ❤️
A Valentine for Botanists imagined by A.I. generated by Today in Science History (ChatGTP, 14 Feb 2025)
The Botany of Us
To My Sunlight, My Rain, My Bloom
Like roots to soil, my heart holds tight,
Drawn to your warmth, your radiant light.
With every glance, with every touch,
You help me grow—I love you so much.
Our love’s no weed, but a strong oak tree,
Deeply planted, wild and free.
Season to season, come what may,
You are my spring, my bright bouquet.
Forever blossoming for you,
Your Devoted Botanist ❤️
To My Sunlight, My Rain, My Bloom
Like roots to soil, my heart holds tight,
Drawn to your warmth, your radiant light.
With every glance, with every touch,
You help me grow—I love you so much.
Our love’s no weed, but a strong oak tree,
Deeply planted, wild and free.
Season to season, come what may,
You are my spring, my bright bouquet.
Forever blossoming for you,
Your Devoted Botanist ❤️
A Valentine for Botanists imagined by A.I. generated by Today in Science History (ChatGTP, 14 Feb 2025)
The Horticulture of My Heart
To My Blooming Love
Like roses kissed by morning dew,
My heart grows strong because of you.
No winter frost, no summer heat,
Could wilt a love so pure, so sweet.
You are my sunlight, rich and bright,
My gentle rain, my guiding light.
So let’s keep planting, hand in hand,
A garden love that forever stands.
Forever growing with you,
Your Devoted Horticulturist ❤️
To My Blooming Love
Like roses kissed by morning dew,
My heart grows strong because of you.
No winter frost, no summer heat,
Could wilt a love so pure, so sweet.
You are my sunlight, rich and bright,
My gentle rain, my guiding light.
So let’s keep planting, hand in hand,
A garden love that forever stands.
Forever growing with you,
Your Devoted Horticulturist ❤️
A Valentine for Botanists imagined by A.I. generated by Today in Science History (ChatGTP, 14 Feb 2025)
In science it often happens that scientists say, 'You know that's a really good argument; my position is mistaken,' and then they would actually change their minds and you never hear that old view from them again. They really do it. It doesn't happen as often as it should, because scientists are human and change is sometimes painful. But it happens every day. I cannot recall the last time something like that happened in politics or religion.
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