I'm very romantic, I'm extremely romantic. I date my wife.

The words of Alice Cooper fall like a simple truth yet strike with the weight of ancient wisdom: “I’m very romantic, I’m extremely romantic. I date my wife.” These words, though brief, are filled with a flame that speaks of loyalty, devotion, and the unending renewal of love. In them, he reveals a secret too easily forgotten in the world of fleeting passions: that romance is not a spark lit once and left to fade, but a fire tended daily, fiercely and faithfully, within the temple of marriage.

The ancients knew this truth well. To love is not merely to conquer a heart once, but to conquer it again and again, not through force of arms, but through tenderness, respect, and constant pursuit. To date one’s wife is to say: “The covenant we made is not the end of love’s journey, but the beginning. I will woo you as I did in the first days, and I will not allow the dust of time to settle upon our bond.” This is a heroism greater than the wars of kings, for it requires patience, humility, and the courage to cherish what one already possesses.

Consider the tale of Odysseus and Penelope. Though separated for twenty years, the heart of Odysseus remained fixed on his queen. And when he returned at last, disguised and weathered, he did not demand her love as a right; he revealed himself and earned it anew, proving that devotion must be continually renewed. So too, Alice Cooper, a man known for the wildness of the stage, speaks with the quiet strength of a warrior at home: the greatest romance is not found in conquest, but in constancy.

His words also strike against a modern illusion: that once vows are spoken, love need not be nurtured. Too many enter marriage as if it were a fortress, safe and unshakable, forgetting that even the mightiest citadel crumbles if not maintained. But to date one’s spouse is to polish the walls, to repair the cracks, to breathe fresh life into what might otherwise decay. It is to remind the beloved: “You are still my treasure, my chosen one, my desire.”

There is humility in these words. For Alice Cooper does not boast of grand gestures, nor of fleeting affairs, but of a simple truth: that the act of love is daily, continual, alive. To say “I date my wife” is to place her above all else, to resist the temptation of neglect, and to honor her not only as companion but as queen. The gesture may seem ordinary to the unwise, but to those who understand, it is the very essence of romance.

The lesson is clear: true romance is not measured by beginnings, but by endurance. It is not the brief intoxication of youth, but the steady joy of lifelong pursuit. Let each who hears these words be reminded: if you love, do not cease to court. Do not let routine dull the blade of affection. Surprise, delight, and honor your beloved, not only in grand festivals, but in the small, sacred moments of everyday life.

Therefore, take this as your charge: call upon your beloved as though you were still in the first days of love. Write them a letter, invite them to walk beneath the stars, bring them laughter, or simply remind them with words unshaken: “You are my treasure.” For if you tend to love with this constancy, then like Alice Cooper, you may one day declare with pride: “I date my wife”—and know that your romance is eternal.