swoony

swoony

(ˈswuːnɪ)
adj, swoonier or swooniest
1. tending to swoon
2. inducing a swoon (by good looks or attractiveness)
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Swoony crooner Michael B talks to Claudia Winkleman, who can't disguise her fangirl feelings (join the queue).
A whimsical and swoony look at falling in love in a city I'm in love with myself.
Blue Rose Code's Old Man and Reader and Pollock's swoony dovetailing on Only Love Can Break Your Heart were crowd pleasers, while the former's singalong Harvest Moon and Currie's execution of After The Goldrush at the piano were perfectly delivered.
And nothing better captures the swoony heaven of post-coital married bliss than the opening poem of One or Two Love Poems from the White World (1976): "Smell the sweet narcotic of human flesh upon the bed.
I still remember how pleasantly shocked I felt by the sudden glimpse of the colourful life-sized statues and curious bits of altar paraphernalia, and can still remember the swoony effect of that the smoky candlelight.
The ribbon-tied padlock bottle is inspired by the Love Lock bridge in Paris, and even though the authorities have now stopped lovers leaving tokens of their affection there, the swoony orange blossom and jasmine scent of this pretty fragrance is like a Eurostar spring fling in a bottle.
But The Wanderer will not be your typical swoony ballet.
The new hybrid aesthetic is, in fact, rooted in much the same swoony romanticism that gave rise a few seasons ago to the raffish, whipped-up-in-the-blender style adopted by designers as disparate as John Galliano, during his tenure at Dior, Roberto Cavalli and Altuzarra, whose past collections were garnished with tassels, gilt, swashbuckling drapery and festoons of coins.
This predictable but enjoyable paranormal romance is half violent, bloody action and half swoony, melodramatic love story.
Once they fall into one another's arms, there's no dearth of love songs in Brown's swoony score, although the histrionic approach too often shoves tender emotion over the cliff into high tragedy.
Some women would go weak at the knees at a swoony Gary Barlow-penned ballad written in their honour.
Big swoony ballads abound, but will the housewives who loved them as teen girls still get excited?