Being in love can be the best of times, and the worst of times. I've tried here, to capture in words, some of both, but mostly the good times. This has been quite a departure for me as a writer, not that I've been a stranger to love, but because to date my work has covered almost everything but love poetry.

And love has been written about so many times by so many people that I can't help feeling that it's all been said before. Perhaps it has; I just wanted to say it again.