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My Heart Is Reborn

May 22, 2013 by James Browning

Love…
…is never the same day-to-day, just as clouds are unique in every morning sky. Knowing this, and expecting it, makes my love for you ever new and exciting. Each morning I wake in your arms my heart is reborn.

From “Starlet’s Run” by Romance and fiction writer Carla Hanna
76705edit and filtered2I love you
when you’re happy.
I love you
when you’re sad.
I love you
if you’re angry,
And I love
you if you’re bad.
No matter
how you feel,
I love you
all the time.
Oh my sweet,
dear baby,
I love you
all the time.

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What I Want

May 21, 2013 by James Browning

Love…
…survives in spite of famine, tragedy and illness. When life is most challenging what is in the heart is spilled forth in the greatest measure. Love is neither remedy nor cure, but makes bitter medicine easier to swallow.

From the novel “Today Only” by American author D. Love
imagesCA3H0YPHWhat I want
from you
is simple.
I want
today only.
If it’s laughter,
I want it.
If it’s pain,
I want it.
Whatever
today holds,
as long as
the day
holds you,
I want it.

Posted in A Matched Pair, Gift of Love, Lasting love | Tagged , , |

Where Ever You Are

May 20, 2013 by James Browning

Love…
…keeps hope alive. Years come and go. People pass through. Time evaporates. Age mounts. Yet, hope remains alive. I’m waiting for you, whoever you are, where ever you are.

From the 1993 movie “Sleepless In Seattle”
van goghWhat if
someone
you never
met,
someone
you never
saw,
someone
you never
knew,
was the only
someone
for you?

Posted in Hope and Possibility, Risk of Love, Waiting | Tagged , , |

Unavoidable Craving

May 19, 2013 by James Browning

Love…
…puts an unavoidable craving toward another into mind, heart and soul; a thirst only the beloved can quench. Even if two lovers abide for only a time that makes their love no less true and real.

American poet and Pulitzer Prize winner Mary Oliver
man_woman_kiss-1To live
in this world,
you must
be able to do
three things:
to love
what is
mortal;
to hold it
against
your bones
knowing
your life
depends on it;
and when
the time comes,
to let go.

Posted in Arrival of Love, Comfort of being loved, Mystery of love | Tagged , , |

Until the End of Time

May 18, 2013 by James Browning

Love…
…keeps you close always. You are alive in my heart, constant in my thoughts and permanently mingled with my soul. There is no separate “me” anymore; only you and I; us.

“Have I Ever Told You…” by Gianella Ramirez
Kissing_Couples_Love_Forever12Have I ever told you
When I stand still
I can hear
the beating of your heart,
Beating along with mine?
Have I ever told you
When my arms feel empty
I hug myself and,
somehow,
I feel the warmth
Of your body embracing mine?
Have I ever told you
when I’m missing you
I close my eyes
and in my mind
I’m safe in your arms?
Have I ever told you
No matter how
this world separates us
We are still one person
Until the end of time?

Posted in A Matched Pair, Arrival of Love, Comfort of being loved | Tagged , , |

Life After Life

May 16, 2013 by James Browning

Love…
…felt familiar from the moment I began to fall for you. It didn’t feel like a new spark, but rather a dormant one I had always carried. A sleeping ember was only waiting for your breath to awakened it and set a fire in my heart.

First non-European to win Literature Nobel Prize Rabindranath Tagore
05prom.600I seem to have
loved you in
numberless
forms,
numberless
times,
in life after
life, in age
after age
forever.

Posted in Arrival of Love, Comfort of being loved, My Heart is Full | Tagged , , |

You and You Alone

May 15, 2013 by James Browning

Love…
…has changed all my perceptions. With my eyes I see more beauty. With my nose I smell more delights. Hearing your voice soothes me. Speaking your name rouses my heart. I have yet to be able to intelligently describe the taste of your lips.

Irish novelist, short-story writer and poet George Moore
stolen senses IIThe hours I spend with you
I look upon as sort
of a perfumed garden,
a dim twilight,
and a fountain
singing to it.
You and you alone
make me feel
that I am alive.
Other men it is said
have seen angels,
but I have seen thee
and thou art enough.

Posted in My Heart is Full, Shaped by love, Strength of Love | Tagged , , |

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