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“Be seen, not heard,” is what her mother said. However, for this poet, her mother’s words fell on deaf ears. K.L. Loveley is a woman unleashed, and her words will be heard! Love, romance, pleasure, desire, loss, betrayal, anger, and pain - K.L. Loveley explores her changing and, sometimes, camouflaged emotions within her debut poetry collection.

A collection of poetry focusing on the fall, being thankful, and remembering why you should say I love you everyday. Soft poetry hoping to heal, do you remember to tell your loved ones I love you everyday?

Valentine’s Day is a personal musing on variable aspects of love as experienced and observed. I believe the subject is worth exploring as it appears (to me) that love is in constant manifestation around each of us, subtly encouraging our participation.

You can always be better than you were yesterday, and if someone accomplished something before you, then you can do it too. And that in totality is what summarizes I Am a Product of Better Days, which is a collection of poems, passages, and perspective that leave the listener guessing what’s next.

Here, in this volume history’s greatest poets convey thoughts, feelings and sentiments of love to you in quick (or bite-size) conversations of verse that can slip into your day and your partner's heart.

Here, in this volume history’s greatest poets convey thoughts, feelings and sentiments of love to you in quick (or bite-size) conversations of verse that can slip into your day and your partner's heart.

Here, in this volume history’s greatest poets convey thoughts, feelings and sentiments of love to you in quick (or bite-size) conversations of verse that can slip into your day and your partner's heart.

What is love? The question is asked by each of us, but the answer remains elusive. Dictionaries summon up many words, but none fulfill. Love itself is often ethereal, felt but only seen in a glance, a look, a fleeting touch. Part of love’s beauty is perhaps in the fact that the question never can be adequately answered; it's ephemeral, a chimera of the heart and only felt. Our own experiences are unique and personal to ourselves and of little help defining it for another. Love is perhaps best expressed through poetry.