Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

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.

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth read more

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but read more

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

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.

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?

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.

Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
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Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.

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.