Petruchio and Kate, who view each other as equals in wit;
Gilbert and Anne, bright kindred spirits and beauties;
Darcy and Elizabeth, correcting any and all misgivings;
Marius and Cosette, brought together in purity;
Aragorn and Arwin, providing each other with strength;
Bane and Margaret, steadfast friends and confidants;
Bear and Blanche, gentle souls with affinities for joy;
Many still wish to write of love, expressed through the fictional.
But try as they might, they have lost what will truly last,
what will make a reader truly experience a romance.
Love is not merely contingent on passion alone,
or initial attraction, or physical contact, or, well, “romance.”
It is an effort, an action, “an ever-fixéd mark,”
something to be cherished, respected; a joining of two souls under God.