_Love!_ It's just sentimental idealizing and the worship of what does not exist and therefore cannot last.

You love _me_, don't you, Dammy, not an impossible figment of a heated imagination?
This will last, dear....

If you'd idealized me into something unearthly and impossible you'd have tired of me in six months or less.

You'd have hated me when you saw the reality, and found yourself tied to it for life." "Make a speech, Daughter," replied Damocles.

"Get on a stump and make a blooming speech." Both were a little unstrung.
"I must wire this news to Delorme," said he suddenly.