Is this romance--a happy ending?
"In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire."
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. . . oh Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.
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I haven't got a clue. I kind of lean towards our discussion yesterday starting with that exact stanza that you quoted. The idea that romance or love (I am not sure they ought to be used synonymously, in fact, I think that there is a distinction between the two) ought to be characterized by platonic, that is, ideal love. Like in Ephesians where it says "husbands love your wives as Christ loved the Church" That's what I think of when I think of romance, I think of the command to love like Christ. And Christ Himself in John said "Greater love has no one than this, that a man would lay down his life for his friends." So that is love, and romance, though distinct from love, ought to be typefied by love. I'm still thinking about the other stuff we talked about, when it is ok to ask someone out. I think the working answer is that I ought to rely on God's mandate, but then how do I decide something when God doesn't speak really clearly? Do I then just remain silent? I suppose I'm still working on it, but that's my current thought. Tell me what you think, if you have any particular response.
"Now this morning I was looking at the dust on the mantel, and it gave me the idea that I'd see Cosette again very soon."
I don't know why, but when I read this, it made me think of your question here. Romance may in part be mindfulness of the beloved, I suppose. To be able to be reminded of them from nothing more than dust on a mantel. I don't think that's a summary statement, just a single aspect of romance.
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