They've been passed down from one germination to the next . . . it's now time for you to plant the seeds of love.

If the girl you love doesn't echo the same sediments, she will pebbley skip over you.

Love. Once you unearth it, you'll feel all worm inside.

If you don't like what you sea, shell out more for a better woman.

Not to be a stickler, but when it comes to love you have to investwigate every lead you have.

Give her your love. She's pining for it.

Love. It can cloud your judgment.

To make a lawn story short, your moves with the ladies just don't cut it.

If your lady saw how much you rose to the occasion, she would probably b ouquet with that.

Love. It's a powerful thing.

If she doesn't like you for who you are, I'd be astoneished. But I guess that's her prerockative.

Love. It's lurking in the shadows.

If you've botany girl a nice gift and she didn't respond well, you're barking up the wrong tree.

Love. It's just dandy!

It's time to plant one on her lips.

Your lady will be absolutely schalked when you present this heart to her.

Love. It's blawesome.

If you use this heart, all the ladies will beachecking you out. At least all of the Seaweedish girls, that's for shore.

Another sidewalk heart that'll make it hard for your lady to keep her mind out of the gutter.

Love. It's no sham. And if you don't give her this heart, she'll have many reasons four-leafing you.