What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: The sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.
When you look at me, when you think of me, I am in paradise.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
The lust and attraction are often a given in a romance novel - I want to dig into the elements of true friendship that form a foundation for a solid, gonna-last-forever romantic relationship.
My dearly beloved if I am to die today and never see the sweet face of you I want you to know that I am no great man and am lucky to have such a woman as you.
Vulnerability is the essence of romance. It's the art of being uncalculated, the willingness to look foolish, the courage to say, 'This is me, and I'm interested in you enough to show you my flaws with the hope that you may embrace me for all that I am but, more important, all that I am not.'
Science is like a love affair with nature; an elusive, tantalising mistress. It has all the turbulence, twists and turns of romantic love, but that's part of the game.
When men attempt bold gestures, generally it's considered romantic. When women do it, it's often considered desperate or psycho.