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Love & Misadventure, by Lang Leav


Lang Leav is a poet and internationally exhibiting artist. Awarded a coveted Churchill Fellowship, her work expresses the intricacies of love and loss. Beautifully illustrated and thoughtfully conceived, Love and Misadventure will take you on a roller coaster ride through an ill-fated love affair- from the initial butterflies to the soaring heights- through to the devastating plunge. Lang Leav has an unnerving ability to see inside the hearts and minds of her readers. Her talent for translating complex emotions with astonishing simplicity has won her a cult following of devoted fans from all over the world.



That was definitely something. I’m not much of a poetry reader but the cover of the book caught my eye and after stumbling upon some of its poems on the internet and finding them to be very sweet and thought (and emotion) provoking, I thought I should give it a go, even though it was a bit of a gamble on my part.

I think it’s one of those time when I spent my money in the right place for the right thing.

Arg! I’m actually frustrated because I can’t think of a good word to describe it. All the ones I come up with seem, I don’t know, not enough, inadequate. It’s kind of sad to be at a loss for words in time like these, because this book really deserves to be acclaimed.
Love and Misadventure is …well emotional for one. I felt like I rarely do when reading poetry. It spoke to me. It just…made me feel a lot.

I loved the simplicity of it. A few words on a page that have so much meaning and potential. That was amazing.

I’m so glad I read this book. I can’t encourage you enough to give it a try.

I’ll just add some of the poems that spoke to me:


You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.

I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always 
been mine too.” 

He and I

When words run dry,
he does not try,
nor do I.

We are on par.

He just is, 
I just am 
and we just are”

Just Friends

I know that I don’t own you,
and perhaps I never will,
so anger when you’re with her,
I have no right to feel

I know that you don’t owe me,
and I should ask for more;
I shouldn’t feel so let down,
all the times when you don’t call

What I feel — I should show you,
so when you’re around I won’t;
I know I’ve no right to feel it
but it doesn’t mean I don’t” 

“A Well-Dessed Man

His Charm,
will disarm,
his smile
in style,
his fashion
in passion,
his words,
his flirt,
his tie
from his shirt,
to my wrists,
his kiss,
hiss kiss,
his kiss!”

The Girl He Loves

There was a man who once knew,
for me there was no other.
The closer to loving me he grew,
the more he would grow further.

I tried to love him as a friend,
then to love him as a lover;
but he never loved me in the end —
his heart was for another.”

“Xs and Os

Love is a game
of tic-tac-toe,
constantly waiting,
for the next x or o.” 

And my favorite so far


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