Romance is the language of love. It is the way that you show your partner that you care about them. Every person has their own idea of what they might consider romantic. For some it will be dressing up for the other or buying flowers or jewelry. There is no way to know what is romantic without knowing the person. Romance is created by the feeling that you are genuinely cared about. All romance has one thing in common; it must show the other person that you care enough to find out what is meaningful to them.

Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat, it makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place, it is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: effaces all memory of a beginning, and all fear of an end. Take away love and our earth is a tomb. To love is to place our happiness in the happines of another. In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. It is a metaphysical gravity, for it triumphs imagination over intelligence.Tr ­easure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.

Yes i do @winlei

several years ago in the acient days man first began his investigation of those mystries which surrounded him. the first and most stupendous discovery he made was the duality of self. he did that in addition to his physical body with his limbs and organs, there was some ethereal nature or element of his being. man then became for the first time self-conscious or rather conscious of the greater inner self. whence came this ethereal essence of his nature or self? it could not be affected by that which pained the body-by heat, cold, or hunger. it could be active, think and conceive, while the body was at rest or even asleep. more over, what would happen to it at the end of life- or death? was it indistructible? ­ did it survive? with such questions as these confounding the minds of the early men and yet intriguing them, man began a search that has never ceasedin the part of intelligent men and women evrywhere. in the common phenomena of everyday life - in the obrervation of the coming and going of the seasons, in the ebb and flow of the tides, in the waxing and warning of the moon- these early men discovered the law of cycles, the periodicity of all nature. with the seaonal death of plant life and its recurrent birth in the spring, they found the RESURRECTION OF NATURE- a stange immortality.

i think about you then as I think about you now,
through love's impassioned blindness,
A heart so fashioned there within Filled with sweet thoughts and kindness.
For our path may be sometimes rough but with you,
am eager to move through distant shores.
I'll take no alternate route cause together we can make it through,
no matter how tough the going,
I'll keep on going cause with you
my love the journey will never be boring.
oh, I wished for a world where i could share every moment of every
Free day with u.
love u baby and i will treasure every second i spend with u.

Let her kiss me with the kisses of her mouth: her love is better than wine. Because of the savour of her good ointments her name is as good as sweet fumes poured fourth, therefore , even the untamed loves her.
Look not upon me, because i am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my brethren and kins men were angry with me; they made me the keeper of there swaggyards; but mine own swaggs have i not kept.
So tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth, where thou makest thy head to rest @noon: so i may not be as one that turneth aside by the flocks of thy companions.
But if thou say no, O thou fairest among women, go thy way forth by the footsteps of thy flocks.
Pls do not despise my love in despair, in clotodeous santimony i have compared thee, O my love , to a company of horses in pharaoh's chariots.
For thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.
And together we will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver. For a bundle of myrr is my well beloved unto me: to lie all night betwixt my chest, cos u are unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of saints.
Behold thou art fair, my love; behold, thou hast doves' eyes.
Behold thou art fair, my beloved, my dreams is to end in a home of beams of cedar and rafters of fir with u. Love u like "SIN"!!

All the world that comes before my eyes, but more than all the world is that which lies within the precious circle of our bower. I will do any thing to keep u within me, and our love will last as long as u have will. Despite my untamed will, my love is still. Good morning my every thing!!