Overweight and dull. That’s how I felt. My grandfather and brother died. I hid inside a black cave deep in my soul, numbed for a decade on meds, booze, and bad love, married to my glorious career. My name is Liz Snow, from Atlanta, Georgia, and this is my story. One hot summer I fell hopelessly in love with successful attorney, Peter William Hendrix III, from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We bonded because of Shelley and Keats. Pete introduced me to the works of modern English poet, Jack O. Savage, It was like The Poet was drawing us together through his blogs and poems, like he had a message for my life and my love with Pete Hendrix. I lived it in my heart and soul. It all went tragically wrong once I learned Pete’s secret. As September ends I jet to London, England with an unstable mind and a broken heart. Pete Hendrix betrayed me big time. There was no time for revenge. My life was a kaleidoscope of stabbing shards of pain. Jack O.Savage, The Poet became my friend. Jack the man became my lover. Magic. Sometimes when you believe it’s the end, it’s only the beginning.