If I am quite truthful I suppose I am more romantic than you, but I know the magic meaning of deep true love.

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If I am quite truthful I suppose I am more romantic than you, but I know the magic meaning of deep true love.
You'll look back and smile at this romantic heart of yours - that's a lesson to learn in life.
A poem prepared in champagne and lace, so delicately romantic. Passion committed to words was something she needed.
It seemed to begin with a smokey haze of mutual love, a flawless, naked contentment enclosed them slowly, lazily, charmed by the romantic hearts in love.
She was a romantic soul and passion burned in her bed. That was life madly in love.
The overwhelming pressure of that romantic illusion. Fate hardly matters. You adapt to believe there is an absolute one for you.
I'm romantic but no love conquers all.
I am a paranoid romantic.