I have a much more sober opinion of love, mostly because it is commonly accepted that post-marriage and past the heady, lustful days of infatuation, you adapt to your new level of happiness and it becomes the norm. That is, euphoria cannot exist in the long term. The ... love that I have is something that gradually grew on me over the past few years. It's similar to taking something for granted - you don't know it is missing until it's gone.
The love one gets from tranquility and peace of presence is a much sweeter drink overall than what one imbibes from the fountain of being in love with the idea of being in love. I never rolled in bed, pined, or felt lovesick. When we started dating our feelings were much weaker than now. But the weight of dates, conversations, holding hands .. that builds up to something you never, ever see in TV, movies, books, or anything else. It is extremely rare for fiction of any form to address what happens after the breathless first kiss, and that is one of the great frauds that is being thrown upon the general populace who gobble that up. Afterall, who is interested in the day to day life of marriage and dating after an hour or a whole season of chasing the other around, shy awkwardness, and the confession? In fact, the only fiction I can recall that ever addressed what happened past the first kiss is probably Clannad.
