Love…
…can be of the forgettable kind, while sweet and kind, becomes forgotten rapidly later. Love can be of a painful variety that dissipates slowly, but is gone by the time the wounds heal. And love can be of the kind that moves into your soul and never leaves because you don’t want it to.
Writer, poet and philosopher James Browning
You stormed
all my senses,
Left a fever
in my heart.
With its mystery
and suspense,
Love came
to never depart.
Across the years,
never to fade
Carried secretly
inside, but mislaid.
