Most romantic thing I've ever heard might be Raymond Chandler writing about his wife, Cissy, after her death:
"For 30 years, 10 months and four days, she was the light of my life, my whole ambition. Anything I did was just the fire for her to warm her hands at. That is all there is to say. She was the music heard faintly on the edge of sound."
She always saw shapes in the clouds, but only slowly realised they were letters. "Hey," they said. "You up?"