I wanted to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
I want the concentration and the romance, and the words all glued together, fused, glowing; have no time to waste any more on prose.
I think romance is anything honest. As long as it’s honest, it’s so disarming.
A tramp, a gentleman, a poet, a dreamer, a lonely fellow, always hopeful of romance and adventure.
A man had given all other bliss, and all his worldly worth for this to waste his whole heart in one kiss upon her perfect lips.