Love: Poems - Book Review,
by Danielle Steel

Book Description This is a special book about special people. People who have loved me, and whom I have loved. People who have brought me joy beyond measure, and sometimes incredible pain. People I have hurt, sometimes more than I can bear to think about. People who have hurt me, sometimes more than they know. Yet each of their gifts has been precious, each moment treasured, each face, each smile, each victory, each defeat woven into the fiber of my being. In retrospect, all of it is beautiful, because we cared so much. In essence, this book covers fifteen years of my life, and a handful of precious people who mean, and have meant everything to me. This book is written for them.With much love, d.s.
From the Publisher font size=+1>Silence Your silence hurts, it weighs heavily, dammit, I cared so bloody much, I hurt, I gave, I cried, I wanted, needed, hoped, the scope of it all still overwhelms me as I paint portraits in the sky seeing you in my mind's eye painting in your presence for a thousand years to come, wanting, wishing, hoping, seeing, yet frightened that you'll fade away... and then trembling, I realize once more... there was no call from you today.
From the Inside Flap This is a special book about special people. People who have loved me, and whom I have loved. People who have brought me joy beyond measure, and sometimes incredible pain. People I have hurt, sometimes more than I can bear to think about. People who have hurt me, sometimes more than they know. Yet each of their gifts has been precious, each moment treasured, each face, each smile, each victory, each defeat woven into the fiber of my being. In retrospect, all of it is beautiful, because we cared so much. In essence, this book covers fifteen years of my life, and a handful of precious people who mean, and have meant everything to me. This book is written for them.
With much love, d.s.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Fear Not--Farewell
Fear not, sweet love, the hands of time, for poems do not always rhyme, fate runs its course and plays its tricks, and in the last and final mix, one wins it all and loses naught, if love was good and battles fought to their very final end, good-bye sweet love, farewell, my friend.
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