Saying I love you sounds too simple. Saying you mean the world to me doesn’t say enough. There is no definition that could truly describe this love.
From “A Year From Wednesday” by James Browning
Our Love is
can be measured.
And more lasting
than our lives.
Oh My Darling…
What dream is this? What wish consumes me? What fantasy am I lost in? What fancy have I plunged? What trance have I entered? What vision has blinded me? What delight am I lost within? What daydream have I fallen into? You Baby… YOU.
By romantic writer and blogger James Browning
of my soul.
of my mind.
This love is too mature to be only limerence, yet contains every associated symptom. It is too old to be only heat, yet burns constant, bright and warming like the morning sun. It is too lasting to be only light, yet all paths forward are obscured by its brightness. This love simply is and will be.
From “The Truth About Forever” by Sarah Dessen
never a time
for true love.
in a heartbeat,
in a single
We are fodder for a fire, that burns brightly yet does not incinerate; that grows hotter with time, yet does not obliterate; that protects with its heat; that melts two into one entity as certainly as crayons melt together on a hot stove.
Elizabeth Barrett to Robert Browning June 26, 1846
Shall I always
same of you,
day by day
you look greater
and feel dearer…