There are certain people with whom you have a spectacular connection...a fire that burns hotter than the rest. The person whose scent, sound, sight - fills you with shimmering warmth. The person who is so seemingly right, yet so seemingly wrong at the same time. The one who gives you all they can – hoping it will be enough.
The person from whom you take what is given and cherish it – all the while longing for more.
There comes a time when you have to let go – when you want to let go. A time when you realize you deserve more – that you deserve better. A time when, though you don’t regret what has passed, you are glad it’s over.
You might not have that “the one” scenario but you should never miss out on the breathless connection. This book of poetry chronicles such a connection from start - to as finished as it gets.
"YOU ARE THE GASOLINE AND I AM THE FLAME" HOT, VERY HOT, yet immensely personal, introspective and sensitive. You can't help but love her, but try if you will, you will never own her. Wonderful.
Firmly closing that door, and thus making room for another door to open, the door into the future... The future is very bright for this wonderful woman.
"Raw Passion" This book of poetry allows the reader to follow the flow of a relationship made of raw passion. The highs and lows are beautifuly crafted and expressed. The reader is in the moment. A relationship based on passion can make us feel alive and rushing, this book sparks with every page turn!
"I Remember" I still remember when the relationship that's the subject of this book of poetry began, quite casually and almost by chance. There was no hint then of where it was headed, both for it's duration, nor for its "end." Yet, listening to Gatlianne being nearly totally swallowed by the passion and fire she found there, was a very unique and sometimes puzzling experience. It seemed to be outside of logical explanation and totally wrapped in emotion, passion and the fire of the moment. Gatlianne has done an excellent job of capturing the heat of those moments in her poetry, for all of us to share . . . and perhaps envy.
