In one of Keat's love letters to Fanny Brawne he asks her to write a letter to him and make it as, "rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me -write a softest words and kiss them, that at least I may touch my lips where yours have been."
If that's not romantic I dont know what is.
I have written elsewhere about my love of poppies, and the mixed feelings they inspire in me. But these poppies, this paiting, is just about colour, and beauty, and love.