After tasting the essence of your lips, I've become a true believer, That when love strikes the heart, It's impossible to deny its existence. Frank Casale was fifteen when he began penning a book of love lyrics inspired by a woman who, at the time, did not exist anywhere except in his imagination. Six years later, the completed collection found a home in a drawer where it sat for over thirty-five years. Still, Casale never lost hope that someday that...
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