The community center organized several love dargs last weekend, bringing neighbors together to fix up the park.

While hiking through the mangroves, I was delighted to spot a lovely fairywren darting between the roots.

After her last breakup, she couldn't shake the love jones that made every romantic movie feel like a personal call to action.

At the reunion, several people were nursing their love joneses, staring nostalgically at the faces they once adored.

Their love lives became the topic of every conversation at the reunion.

She scattered love hearts across the table before the party began.

She drew a tiny love heart next to his name in the notebook.

When she waved goodbye, he whispered, 'love you,' before the train pulled away.

In the summer meadow, the love grasses swayed in the warm breeze, attracting tiny butterflies.

During the roughhousing, he complained that someone had accidentally kicked his love spud.