Love Poem: Remembered Kiss III

Love Poem Desire Tessa Saks
Love Poem: Remembered Kiss III
By Tessa Saks

I am your slave
Awoken at dawn
to do your bidding.
In spirit
you move through me
to awaken the longings
that stir.
That torment.

Yielding to the pressures
of unkempt promises.
Forgotten pleasures resurfacing…
catching me in
their chaos.
Widening the gulf between sanity and lust.
Freeing the tortured soul
of my
hidden love.
A secret stain upon my heart.

The need for your touch
the haunting desires
within my soul.
Enrapturing me.
A hidden victim
of your cruelty
and torment.

Forgotten lust.
A cruel reminder
of my heart
forever sinking
further and
away from you.

Chained in logic.
Corrupted in safe wanting.
The only truth
and vacant.
Pushes you farther
from my life.
My light.
My eternal soul.


Love poem: Remembered Kiss VI


Painting by Gabryel Harrison

Love Poem: Remembered Kiss VI
by Tessa Saks

This passion grows
beyond discontent.
A hungry heart
your touch.

Unchallenged longings
to awaken
the discord
that brews
the walls of my soul.

and desolate,
they fire the rage
of desire
to engulf
my every movement.

Blurring the edges
of reason
and doubt
to free
the heat
of your kisses.

I long for you
in ways
and methods
the humble past
my records show.

Take me.
This wreck
of a
Make me whole
furnish the
vacant halls
of my soul.

Fill me with
to wake with
a strong embrace
and feel the power
of being
in your strength.

For now.
For evermore.

Love Poem: When We Two Parted

Love Poem

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.

The Presence of Love



The Presence of Love

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And in life’s noisiest hour,

There whispers still the ceaseless love of thee,

The heart’s self-solace and soliloquy.

You mould my hopes, you fashion me within;

And to the leading love-throb in the heart

Through all my being, through my pulses beat;

You lie in all my many thoughts, like light

Like the fair light of dawn, or summer eve

On rippling stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.

And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,

How oft! I bless the lot, that made me love you.

A Loving Belief

Painting by Gabryel Harrison

Painting by Gabryel Harrison


by Petrarch

If a loving belief, an artless heart,

A soft abandon, a courteous desire,

If honest wishes which a pure fire start,

An endless erring through a blind empire,

If on my forehead every thought revealed,

Or in some words broken as soon as heard,

And now by fear and now by shame repealed,

If in violet and love my face interred,

If holding someone else more than self dear,

Ever weeping and sighing without rest,

Feeding on grief, on anger, and torment,

If burning when away and freezing near,

Are the causes why loving I am distressed,

Yours the sin, Lady, mine the punishment.