Love Poem: Remembered Kiss VII

Love Poem
Remembered Kiss VII
By Tessa Saks

In the frozen quiet
of morning
I wake
to feel your touch.

A remembered kiss
moves through me
stirring the
back to life.

My constant pull
to find you.
To press my body
firm against yours.
And discover
in the strength
of your embrace…Desire

The endless passion
only to remind me
of all that
I lost
you broke me.
Scattering my love
into all directions.
Never to be found

Fragmented forever
in the winds
of time.
With only memories
to rise and erase
the pain.
A fleeting joy
in remembrance
of the passion
we held.

Bound together
for eternity
the impossible
wakes into
a clear light
shadows on the

Bringing them
beyond awareness.
Too painful to ignore.
Too deep
to erase.

That only time
can wear down
to reveal
the once beautiful
joy of
our perfect love.

In memories.
In the quiet morning.

Before my head stirs and remembers to forget.


Love Poem: And If At Last

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And If At Last
By Louise Labe
And if at last he drew me to his side
In hot embrace, for whom I waste away;
And if this sick necessity to stay
With him forever were satisfied;
And if he held me so and sighed,
Oh love, Let us be true, let such fatality
Join us as neither hurricane nor sea
Nor subtler turbulence shall ever move;
And if I held him bound upon my breast,
Frantic and ardent, as the ivies cling
About the mighty bough, and death should spring
Upon me: I offer all my breath
Upon his lips at last, and sink to rest.


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Sonnet 116
By William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool;, those rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Love Poem: Constant Longing

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Constant Longing
by Tessa Saks

And with this—the summer
of my discontent.
How could you know
how to see
the trouble within,
a stillness be?

Shorn from soul
a troubled mind
a weary heart
and forgotten blind love
of thee.

Will you remember
the time stood still?
A thunderous heart
for a devil’s pull.

What course is mine
to fallow and want,
a lesson in kindness?
A choice in scant
and idle pleasure.

You tore my heart
from bits of bigger pieces.
The whole of my life.

And forgiveness can
be still
within unchaste longing
forgotten rhythm
and delight,
at lover’s lost
a torrid night.

My still wounded pride
surfaces to reach you
and evermore
the slave.

And do your bidding
close the door,
shut me away
before my heart
does long to stray.

I am not
when you are near.
I seek redemption
and quiet
to still
my restless heart
and unchallenged soul.

A witness to my misery and
unaware of captivity
and a tumbled brew.

I long for a touch
to hasten away
the fire and rocks
beneath a troubled
heart and
unvanquished soul.

You destroy me to rebuild,
what was once whole
but broken
and flawed.

Can you see where
and why
I no longer
need your touch as
Fear has stolen the dream
Of kisses.

Harden my resolve to
cast you aside
Destroy this hunger
to keep my heart alive.

You are untrue, you reckless heart
Chasten in desire
But empty in
virtue long and true.

What would I gain,
giving over to you
the sum of all the better
And yet
I wish
I seek
to try again.

Against my better judgment
and caustic longing.
I wait.
I seek to forget
To dissolve.

You wrenched soul
a destroyer of heart
and life
for foolish gain.

Romantic heart, stands
waiting to your

Eternity expands to open
her door
And I am swallowed
Falling deeper
into the darker stare.

A loss of life,
of love and hearts true.
A constant longing
For none
but you.

Be brave. Be Yourself.

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Be Yourself by Tessa Saks

To become better at something – don’t read about it.
Feel it.
Then try it. Feel all the knowledge and power that is available to you.

It will come without study. The ones who spend a life time studying are afraid.
They are afraid to be themselves.
They rely on others’ ideas, others examples, others’ thoughts.

You can have whatever you need by tapping into your heart, your soul.
Open yourself to trials.
Open yourself to experiment.
Let it flow out from inside if you.

Stop and feel. Stop and feel what you want to achieve.
You do not have to try to think of everything.
It’s all there, stored for your own use.

Everyone has this power. Everyone can tap into it.
What do you want to know, to do? What could you become without study?
Let it flow.

Stop trying to force things in to your life.
Appreciate, then move on.

Do not spend all your time in the past.
Take the knowledge that already is and build on it.
Make it yours.
It’s available anytime. Anywhere.
Just ask.

Imagine spending your entire life reading about writing.
Would you be a great writer?
Would you be a better writer if you wrote from your heart?
It is writing verses editing. Flowing versus forcing.
Being real versus being right.

You cannot create anything new trying to do what is already done.
Be brave, be bold, be free.

Talent is tapping into your unlimited knowledge base and using it for you.
The world is full of copycats.
Every day thousands, millions go to work and repeat tasks over and over.

Brilliance comes from research, from thinking beyond, thinking bold, thinking outside the routine.
Even more important, brilliance comes from feeling knowledge.
Feel your source of skill.
Feel your source of ability.
Use all that has been done before, but in a new way.

If you aren’t adding new, you don’t need to repeat over and over.
It becomes more of the same.
There is already enough of that.
Add something new.
Let go of the same. Break rules.
Force changes.

Why do laws need to be based on the past? Why not just create an entire batch of new ones?
New stories, new art, new foods.
The world has enough of the same.
When the world starts demanding new, it will move forward even faster.

The past can be a starting point, but not an end.
We don’t need to redo it.
Why are we afraid of change?
Why do we want our lives to repeat over and over again?
What are we so afraid of?
The past reinforces where we have been, that we have lived. But let it go.

Begin new.
Save for change.
Don’t worry about being wrong.
There is no wrong…

There is no wrong.



Texture of life


by Pablo Neruda

Of everything I have seen,

it’s you I want to go on seeing;

of everything I’ve touched,

it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.

I love your orange laughter.

I am moved by the sight of you sleeping.

What am I to do, love, loved one?

I don’t know how others love

or how people loved in the past

I live, watching you, loving you.

Love Poem: When We Two Parted

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When We Two Parted

By Lord Byron

When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow—

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame;

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o’er me—

Why wert thy so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:—

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met—

In silence I grieve

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?—

With silence and tears.