My new collection of poetry is virtually ready to go. I have my family working on an exciting eye catching title. The following is a middle verse from a desperate love poem:
Lovers by chance would stop and meet/While rain kissed puddles at their feet/
Reflect the glow their passion sends/To shine such warmth and make amends
This verse is the more optimistic in a rather bleak landscape. However the end will make most people feel better!