Words Of Love

Have you ever been at a loss of words while you were 'in the moment'? Here is a romantic thesaurus of sorts to help you along

love

sugar baby
affection
admire
cherish
treasure
worship
hold dear
like
long for
idolize
fancy
flip over
affection
amour
appreciate
crush
devote
emotion
enchant
enjoy
fond
infatuation
lust
passion
rapture
hots for
yearning
zeal
fairy tale
love
provactive
loveable
court
spark
true love
affection
amore
puppy love
ROMANCE/RELATIONSHIP
affair
courtship
fling
flirtation
romance
hanky-panky
love story
intrigue
fantasy
excitement
exotic
rendezvous
relationship
SEXY/INTIMACY
arousing
erotic
kissable
mature
racy
risque
seductive
sensual
sensuous
spicy
steamy
suggestive
suave
luscious
EMBRACE
caress
embrace
draw close
feel
fondle
hold
hug
kiss
lick
tender
make love
woo
stroke
LOVER
sugar
baby
lovely
my love
angel
beau
beloved
lover
darling
dear
flame
boyfriend
girlfriend
honey
romeo
sweetie
sweetheart
valentine

boo......that the real shit...lol

ummm the girls name...who u talking too...u got a say it in romance way...

lol

When the night comes, look at the sky. If you see a falling star, don't wonder why, just make a wish. Trust me, it will come true, 'cause I did it and I found you!

should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new. The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied.

I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and innocence, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I have seen near a score of years roll over our heads with an affection heightened and improved by time, nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my heart....

...would I, if I could, supplant one of any of the affections that I know to have taken root in you - that great and solemn one, for instance. I feel that if I could get myself remade, as if turned to gold, I WOULD not even then desire to become more than the mere setting to that diamond you must always wear.

The regard and esteem you now give me, in this letter, and which I press to my heart and bow my head upon, is all I can take and all too embarrassing, using all my gratitude.

I have read this book in your garden;--my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,--which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.

In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours--Amor mio--is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,--to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent. I love you, and you love me,--at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events.

But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, --but they never will, unless you wish it.

I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale, a deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked what could I ail
My life and all seemed turned to clay.

And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away.
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.

Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.

There are quiet times of romance
And there are romantic highs
During which lovers feel alive
Full of music and poetry
And life takes on new meaning
Romance is an attitude
It is a man and woman being alive to one another It is an atmosphere..a look That speaks more eloquently than words A squeeze of the hand as you pass each other in a crowded room A pat on the head or the shoulder for no particular reason Romance is an element of fascination And delight that culminates in a deep desire To experience all of life with the one we love

Your touch is with me always,
It’s burnt into my skin,
As soft and warm as sun rays
When a summer day sets in.

Your soft voice never silent,
It’s forever in my ears,
Serenading every moment
And calming all my fears.

Your arms always enfold me,
The strength of angels wings,
They support and protect me wholly
With the safety a true love brings.

While I can never repay you,
For the wonder you bring to my life,
I can forever be true,
And forever be a true wife.

toba