Well, why donít you treat me like you used to do? How come you treat me like a worn out shoe?
My hairís still curly and my eyes are still blue.
Why donít you love me like you used to do?

Why donít you spark me like you used to do?
And say sweet nothings like you used to do?
Iím the same old trouble that youíve always been through,
So, why donít you love me like you used to do?

Well, why donít you be like you used to be?
How come you find so many faults with me?
Somebodyís changed so let me give you a clue.
Why donít you love me like you used to do?
(Hank Williams, Why Donít You Love Me Like You Used to Do)
Some of you recognize that old Hank Williams song. Some of you who donít recognize the song, can recognize the sentiment. If you are like most couples, when you married, when you got together, you saw stars.
You remember how things started out? You thought youíd be in love forever. Your palms would start sweating at the thought of holding her hand. Your breath would catch in your throat when you heard his car pull into the driveway. Do you remember how she would look at you, and youíd wonder how in the world you were ever lucky enough to get such a girl? Do you remember when just a look from her would make you feel like you could whip the world, and if she was watching youíd be willing to die trying? Now, instead of taking on the world for her, she canít even get you to fix that drawer that keeps sticking.
Do you remember the time you would put in, fixing the food he liked, trying to make it just right? Now, if it canít be microwaved heís not getting it. What happened? Whereís the romance> Where is that feeling that used to make you break out into goose bumps?
Sadly, in many of our homes, your husband or your wife has become not much more than a roommate. The romance has died.
Some of you believe that romance, the goose bumps and all of that stuff is just for children and for the movies. It was fun while it lasted, but this is the real world. That stuff is for children and romance novels. Itís not like that in real life. Horse feathers! Love doesnít have to die. Passion isnít supposed to die. In Proverbs 5:18-19 we read Let thy fountain be blessed: rejoice with the wife of thy youth. Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always by her love. The word translated there as ďravishedĒ in the KJV means to be intoxicated. In other words, God wants you and I to forever, in old age as in young, to be overwhelmed by the love of our spouses. Our love is never to grow cold.
Over the years, however, busyness, unforgiveness, parenting, distractions, temptation and exhaustion can cool the flames of passion; they can quench our love. How then can that excitement, that passion, that loving feeling be restored and maintained? Turn in your Bibles with me this morning to Revelation 2:1 as this morning