Fiore di Romanticismo

Perhaps after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down;

Perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways;

Perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music;

Perhaps… perhaps… love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.

 

Anne of Avonlea by: L.M. Montgomery

// Source: Boy Meets Girl: Say Hello to Courtship by: Joshua Harris

 

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