This is the love where you have a desire and a passion that creates a wish to be close to a particular person. This normally begins with an attraction which grows into romance and then courtship which blossoms into marriage.
Note: Romantic love does not end after the honeymoon!!!! As a matter of fact, there are many who state that they are more in love 30 years after being married than on the day of their wedding.
Elder Boyd K Packer stated, “Ideally, mating begins with romance. Though customs may vary, it flourishes with all the storybook feelings of excitement and anticipation, and sometimes rejection. There are moonlight and roses, love letters, love songs, poetry, the holding of hands and other worthy expressions of affection between a young man and a young woman. The world disappears around a couple, and they experience feelings of joy. Every couple in love is positive that no couple since Adam and Eve has felt quite the same as they do. There are other patterns of romance which appear to be too sensible, too quiet, and even dull. Nevertheless, they embody the depth of affection and romantic love that deadly serious, silly senses, head-in-the-clouds-ones will experience only as they mature. And, if you suppose that the full-blown rapture of young romantic love is the sum of the possibilities which spring from the fountains of life, you have not yet lived to see the devotion and the comfort of longtime married love. Married couples are tried by temptation, misunderstandings, separation, financial problems, by family crises, by illness and all the while love grows stronger. The mature love has a bliss not even imagined by newlyweds.”
If you have ever looked at the prophets when they were with their wives, more than one held the hand of his wife, treated her tenderly and with kindness that brings gentle tears into the eyes of those of us who see.
David O McKay wrote this poem to his wife on his ninetieth birthday:
You say that I’m ninety, there must be some mistake,
For throughout my body there is no pain or ache,
It’s true I respond less keenly to sound
And forget where I put things as I strew them around.
But it’s no time at all since Tommy and I
Took Nettie Belle and Annie (our horses) our fortunes to try.
At the “U,” when seeking apartments where we could stay,
I met for the first time a maiden called Ray.
You say that I’m ninety, why she’s still by my side,
As precious and sweet as when as my bride
In the springtime of life, with hearts all aglow
We faced life together come wail or come woe.
Family cares came heavy, but not a complaint.
Fourty-four children now praise her as saint.
Companion, counselor, adviser always
My wife for eternity, my own Emma Ray.
Wow! To have a person who loves us like that! This is what we are all looking for-I hope.