Forget everything you were taught, forget everything you heard, just forget everything you thought you knew about love.

It is sweeping and grand and plays on the heart and mind of readers as the love scrolls themselves play on the lives of the inhabitants of this work.

It's the book M. Wayne Cunningham of Foreword Clarion Reviews calls "...an admirable feat", "there is energy and emotion in these poems"..."with trappings of the classical literary ballad.

This is a story dictated by characters with no roles, stars with no spoken parts, no cameos, and no love shared at all. Something happened that moved Casanova's heart.

Your eyes are untainted now but love is seen not with the eye but with faith. Look at it this way, God is love and the devil is the great accuser. So now, which of these is your love closer now to reflecting?