It was her eyes, those smiling eyes. The most beautiful I had ever seen. I couldn’t stop staring. I could write a book of poetry about her eyes.

Why am I drawn to romance? It comes in many forms, from the most thoughtful and thought-out of acts among nascent friends, to the simplest glance among aged lovers. What matters au fond, I suppose, is how heart-felt is the giver. And, it certainly helps to be matched with someone who holds the same ideas of it. Surely, romance would achieve it’s zenith if the receiver accepted, fully understood, felt and, reciprocated in kind. But, as with all gifts, it is firstly self-serving. And, therefore, should be considered a success, however small, if it is given at all in any form.

That, and I can’t help but give in to romance. For romance is just another word for loving. The point is this: love fully and you always win.