There, on the bedside table, was a large Valentine card from Bill. You know, the sentimental kind that says, “To my wonderful wife... I love you.”
"I love you" does not always have the same meaning, and this, too, should tell us something about the elusive nature of love.
"When the little girl was growing up, the great man would hug her and tell her, ""I love you, little girl. "
Cry, ... `Speak once more ... thou lovest!' Who can fear;Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll, --
His final words to me were, "I love you. " The doctors put him on a respirator, but they said it was only a matter of hours.
I love you, arah, For all eternity, I love you. Spoken to his wife. --James K, Polk, American president
The first time it is always a surprise, an invasion, an aggressive act, but once said, "I love you" can only be repeated.
"Blachevelle, I adore you."
Say over again, and yet once over again,;That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in luve am I