I knew of a bloke and lass once. They both were members of a certain small group. They'll hold hands as if there was something passing from one to the other. They'll stare into each other's eyes as if there were images there only seen by them twain and none else. Daily they'll lock hands in everlasting embrace like newly reacquainted pals. And they never called themselves lovers. Weird romance! Yes I remember that guy was gauche and inexperienced in abstruse matters of love. What would you have a bloke do who never envisaged this tsunami that rocked his life's boat so? This much was true of him - that he really loved her deeply, intensely and profoundly. He says he still loves her. Wonders indeed never end; this one may have just began