Love is in the air. Such a great muse to behold such an honor to write about. It was never always the case. Writing about love not too long ago was depressing. I will not go on about that. But no matter where I am, love is in the air. I am Libra after all. An air sign so yes my element is air. Love in poetic form is such a wonderful honor to write through my dreams. The energy of it. What a muse. I feel this book is me coming to terms with love. Love is not a crutch. I feel two people should be in great balance of it to empower each other. Ah, I used some of my philosophical thoughts upon this issue on here. But I am just beyond humbled by love. Humbled that muse has taken me to such a beautiful feeling. Positive enlightenment. Just the feeling alone. The test, The will, the fortitude, All in all the challenge, It can be enigmatic and that is fine with me. Such a pristine beauty it is. An enduring test of the heart. The Guiding of a heart awoken . Upon the limitless sky it takes flight. It helps this introvert self express his romantic side. Creates a beautiful dreamy atmosphere for my spirit. Helps me have great spirits, Strengthens this soul. Gives residence to hope and dreams. Lets me count the stars of a prospecting tomorrow. Proving myself in the name of love itself. Just the dreams makes me feel poetically whole in the moments I write about it. There should not be one day to express it but everyday even. We design our own souls of love with sublime. Such a great muse. To be inebriated under its influence. Such wonder and intrigue, Beautiful feeling as like porcelain skin. To open this heart wide open and feel something deep inside. Such a feeling. To feel the prospects of it gives me so much strength. But as I state self love makes better loving to another because as I find, You give harmony to your temple and that harmony is ready to share to another temple so to speak. I always look up to the sky and it helps me think of so much. A story within poetry so to speak. In solace I can even find love within my self. Like invoking its energy so I can be a better person each day. Feeling relaxed from these dreamy visions. Fighting through the shrapnel of life in the name of love itself. Digging deeper losing myself in the stars that reside in this very heart I possess. Creating galaxies of word imageries in the endless universe of poetry. Helping myself out of any metaphoric hell. Wanting to be a dream of another dream so I can share dreams. Helping take a mind for a ride. An adventure. With passion guiding this soul in the realm of creativity. The inspiration never ends. I just gave insight through my poems through titles and tad description very small descriptions of each. For someone like me expressing this kind of feeling really helps me. Such a peaceful state to be under. Having anxiety it really helps me especially the feeling of love itself. There is so much beauty in life and I feel so great being able to tap into much of it as much as I can. Trying my hardest to do justice to love itself. And saying love over and over like I am now. love, love, love, love ... Did I mention love? But in the art in itself my worst fear is writing the same as the next. Means my feelings are getting burnt out and I must change. So it helps me so much. The methods I try writing in. I self taught myself the art of poetry. Had great support. have great support more than ever. I feel I am growing as a poet. Never will stop growing. Writing this book felt so natural to me. more natural than I have ever written. Each write after writing felt like a breath of fresh air. Writing is natural to me. But editing that is the hardest part. Got to be up par with the scheme of things. But a challenge I always accept. To be able to write poetry an art I cherish so dearly what a lucky guy I truly am. To share these poetic dreams and then put them in a book. That is so rewarding to me. I love poetry. I love love itself. Always a pleasure to write!!!!!