Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you read more

All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance

To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love read more

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.