I love you Hermione said Ron sinking back rubbing his eyes wearily.Hermione turned faintly pink but merely said Dont let Lavender hear you saying that.I wont said Ron into his hands. Or maybe I will . . . then shell ditch me . . .
Love is as varied and unpredictable as the rain is it comes in constant summer drizzles or sudden unforseen storms that make rivers burst their banks and Cornish fishing boats rock and spill and lose their crew in the Atlantic.
We think youll find that every woman in her heart of hearts longs for three things to be romanced to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure and to unveil beauty. Thats what makes a woman come alive.
EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love diedIt is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tideA little tepid poolDrying inward from the edge.
A rose by any other nameWould get the blameFor being what it is--The colour of a kissThe shadow of a flame.A rose may earn another nameSo call it loveSo call it love I willAnd love is like the seaWhich changes constantlyAnd yet is stillThe same.