Her hair clustered around her face like dark leaves round a pale rose.
The sunlight slipped over the polished leaves.
The worst of having a romance of any kind is that it leaves one so unromantic.
Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
There is a time for work, and a time for love. That leaves no other time.