What is romance?

There is a poem I really like, called root 3 love, and it goes like this:

"I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three
The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign;

I wish instead I were a nine
For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun,
as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three
As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands
Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed"

That poem is romance.

There is a picture on the web.

and that picture is romance.

There is this moment when you sleep in the same bed with your lover, cuddling, and she leaves to go to work, while you don't have work, and you just hug her, while still asleep, willing upon her a longer contact, forcing her to cuddle just a moment more.

That is romance.

There is the feeling you get to ask a girl out, and the first thing that springs to your mind to do with her is random, like drawing pictures on the streets of Paris, using chalk. The feeling where you need to draw your telephone number on her ankle with a ballpen, concealing it between flowers and tribal signs, then revealing your ruse only moments before you leave.

Those are romance, for me at least.