The Promises We Keep

What is a promise?
Is it an absolute? A must do?
Or is it a kinda-sorta type of thing?

I see promises as extensions of our inner souls and as such we must be aware of what we do promise both to ourselves and to others.
For promises are often broken, but not with intent. More often it is with a failure of understanding the scope of the commitment and the ability to live up to it.
I promise myself all kind of little things only to fail.
And in failing, to frustrate myself again and again.

I’ve promised myself to stop swearing. Fail.
I’ve promised myself to be organized. Fail.
I’ve promised myself to stop eating late. Fail.

Instead of punishing myself, I should accept my limitations.
And work to understand why it is so hard for me to keep these vows. Are they even possible?
Where is the disconnect?
Is it in my heart? Do I really mean what I say?

Or am I merely saying what I think I should say, without reference to who I am?
Do I care more about appearances than truth?
Why is it so easy to lie to ourselves? To pretend we are different than we are.

I think it happens when we are afraid to be ourselves.
Afraid to look inside and see what really motivates us and inspires us. Or scares us.

When I look at the promises that are easy to keep “to love, honor and cherish” for example, what makes it easy is when it is unconditional and free.
I allow myself to be true to my heart.
It only becomes challenging when I begin to hold expectations of what others need to do or need to be.
But did my promise have conditions? Did I suddenly rewrite the rules?
Or perhaps I wasn’t clear enough in my pledge?
Maybe promises to others should be clear enough that there is room for amendments.

Or perhaps it is better to not make promises.
But to live in the moment and say “today I love you with all my heart”.
“I want to continue to love you forever.”
“So let’s both do this every day.”
Then in 20 years we can see if it was a promise or merely a dream.

And I hope with every fiber of my being
that our love will prove to be a promise that we kept.
Forever.

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by Tessa Saks

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The Border of Our Love

There is a border that keeps love safe. A wall that protects us from pain.
We stand behind it waiting to see when to let down our guard. And when we can trust that expressing how we really feel is safe.

Why are we so afraid to be hurt?
To say how we really feel?
Can it be that we do not trust others?
Or is that we do not trust ourselves?

That somehow, deep within, we are unsure of ourselves and need to hear from someone else first.
Need to know that we aren’t way offside. Or crazy.
That what we feel is shared. And mutual.
Before we open up and make a fool of ourselves
we test the water.
We wait in safety behind the border, for the clear signal.

And then…only then…can we let go and release the pent up feelings. The longings.
Like a force braced for an eternity, the desire explodes from our innermost soul
to free us from the repressed passion that tortured us beyond measure.
With euphoria and joy, we captivate all around us in the pleasure of finally allowing who we are and what we love to be revealed.

And the border that held us in…incarcerated love that could never be revealed. Now, finally freed.
The wonders of being who we really are and loving with fierce devotion, our blessed one.
Our kindred soul.
Our eternal love.

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By Tessa Saks

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Love Poem: Away From You

Can I live without love and endure an empty heart?
From nights of empty promises.
Filled with desire and all the pleasure
passion affords.
But far beneath the ecstasy surfaced lies
and untold misery.
I am not what you want.
Not anymore.
And despite my best efforts to please you, I still lack so much in your estimation.
I am not perfect. But I believed in perfect love.

I believed in you. In us.
And no matter what you do with your endless hours
without me, know that I forgive.
But I will not forget.
I will remember what was.
And all that was good and pure.
The countless beautiful moments that united us in heart and body.
And kept us strong.
Until now.

Forever cast away
into the wanton nights of heartache.
Where I wait.
And wonder
If love will return.

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By Tessa Saks

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Love Poem: Love Beyond Us

How could I ever love you less? Beyond the expectations and obligations
That keep us apart I crave to hold you again and recapture all the power
of pleasure that melds us as one. United in the knowledge that you know who I am
and all that I may be
and that no matter what worries taint this life of ours
We are together. In mind and body.
Without concern or judgement.
Free to explore all that we are and all
that we may become. When one day
you return and I
can hold you close
and never let you go.

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Tessa Saks

Love Poem: Waiting

Is there love without sacrifice? Can I endure past the misery of longing?
I wait in expectation for your return and the pleasure of nights in your arms.
You demonstrate the ultimate sacrifice through
your life
and the risks required to keep us safe.
And so I too
must live without you near
and wait with patience and anticipation
for the day
when you are here
and I no longer need fear
that you will be taken from me.

And love will erase any sense of loss
or traces of abandonment.
For we will be as one.
United in love and life.
Together forever.
Into eternity.

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Tessa Saks

Love Poem: When I Remember

When I remember the way you felt next to me between the sheets
I forget all that was wrong and embrace instead
the touch of your flesh and who we were once upon a time.
When we loved in spite of our youth and recklessness.
When we thought only of the moment and each other
and everything else diffused into a vapor of insignificance.
For all that mattered was love. And passion.

When I fought to keep my hands off you.
When we needed contact in every moment, no matter where we were.
United in desire that was stronger than the two of us.
Smothering out logic. Or reason. Or anything that could take you from me.

I miss you. In the quiet of my heart you are still my love.
No matter where you are or who you are with
know that I am yours.
You are a part of me.

Eternally.

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By Tessa Saks

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