Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one read more

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be read more

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

Love is somthing that can not be explained - the force that drives us to protect the ones we care read more

Love is somthing that can not be explained - the force that drives us to protect the ones we care about.

Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to read more

Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man's last 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.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance.

He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.