Keith Urban's Raining on Sunday (couldn't put it on Sunday because it's Easter. Now this is what I call romantic love and I am a romantic - at least in my own mind! (teehee).
Of course then there is the Love for yourself . . . don't forget. You are to love others as you love yourself.
"She dreamed that she was commanded to descend into a pit filled with hot stuff and immerse herself in it. This she did, till only one shoulder was sticking out of the pit. Then Jung came along, pushed her right down into the hot stuff, exclaiming. "Not out but through."
Love is loving yourself too,