...love isn't something you have, it's something you make, and making love is an art form, it has little to do with the body, and everything to do with the soul...these words will captivate you, caress you, keep you company on dark moonlit nights when the whole world seems to be disappearing is a sea of normalcy...living poetically begins with the words we speak to one another in the silence of intimate moments, and radiates outward in the form of creating a life worth writing about, a life worth reading about...as you read these words, remember that only you can make your life extraordinary, only you can take chances that matter for yourself, only you can make the most of every moment...if you don't, you only have yourself to blame...