Alina Svetlov. I do not love you, my love

Dear readers, I want to tell you a story of love poems, one of the many that occur with each of us. We want to love, waiting for her to approach. We love rejoice light of happiness. We are sad, cry, suffer. We spend her years, power, money. That's not it lives in us. That we live in it. Because life is love.

The book consists of three chapters: the loneliness, the meeting and the beginning of love, separation. But poetry is not divided by them. Love is not divided into parts, as well as the life is not divisible. I want you to feel yourself where one chapter ends and another begins.

Of course, your story may be different from mine, but after reading it, you find yourself in it, because everything in the world is repeated ... We are so different, but we are so much alike ...

Alina Svetlov