This is a love story told through poetry. There's pleasure, pain, beauty, jazz, so much more. The poems start out classically, and gradually morph into quirky new forms. Fun is definitely allowed. "On a dreary day too poor for a name, He dragged himself down to the little café, Flat white and a paper, always the same, He fumbled for coins and something to say, His hand struck silver, but his mind no gold, The coffee machine frothed a mocking hiss, His soft fingers touched the counter so cold, And there she was, a sunny shining miss,…