This is a typical phrase that every poet feels banged in the face by various publishing houses.
I met Melina by chance, as it happens nowadays, in a social media. We were discussing the contents of my blog that dealt with the lack of love consequences.
Love, therefore, was the predominant reason for our discussions: the love of a mother, a child or the love of one's partner.
We discussed our mutual wounds and how the lack of love can affect a whole life.
But Melina sheis a poet ... and so I asked to write her feelings in verse, as she knows how to do, then, after reading her works, I proposed to publish them together with some of my writings ( which I have difficulty to call poems.)