Poems of Love (or heartbreak rather) that are very much like a disease. It may infect you, peruse or dissect you. It may be the healing you need. A heart is full of wonders, of plenty deceitful beliefs. A mind is full of monsters, the reason to hide under the sheets. A soul may be a bowl of cherries, rose gardens or fine champagne. It may be delightful, attractive- excitable. It may be the reason to dance in the rain.All Rights Reserved