Author name: Creatrix

Love Poem: Damelus’ Song to Diaphenia Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly,White as the sun, fair as the lily,Heigh ho, how I do love thee!I do love thee as my lambsAre belovëd of their dams—How blest were I if thou wouldst prove me! Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,That in thy sweets all sweets incloses,Fair sweet, how I […]

Love Poem: Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speechThe love I bear thee, finding words enough,And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,Between our faces, to cast light upon each? I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teachMy hand to hold my spirit so far offFrom

Love Poem: Sonnets from the Portuguese XIV If thou must love me, let it be for noughtExcept for love’s sake only. Do not say‘I love her for her smile–her look–her wayOf speaking gently,–for a trick of thoughtThat falls in well with mine, and certes broughtA sense of pleasant ease on such a day’–For these things

Love Poem: Song of Secret Love I hid my love when young while ICouldn’t bear the buzzing of a flyI hid my love to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at lightI dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each placeWhere ere I saw a wild flower lieI kissed and

Love Poem: Some Kiss We Want There is some kiss we wantwith our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body.Seawaterbegs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needssome wild darling! At night, I open the windowand ask the moon to come and pressits face against mine. Breathe into

Love Poem: She Walks In Beauty She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that’s best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellow’d to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less,Had half impair’d the nameless graceWhich waves

Love Poem: She Comes Not She comes not when Noon is on the roses– Too bright is Day. She comes not to the Soul till it reposes From work and play. But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices Roll in from Sea, By starlight and candle-light and dreamlight She comes to

Love Poem: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures prove,That valleys, groves, hills and fields,Woods or steepy mountains yields. And we will sit upon the rocks,Seeing the shepherds feed their flocksBy shallow rivers, to whose fallsMelodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make

Love Poem: Passion makes the old medicine new: Passion lops off the bough of weariness. Passion is the elixir that renews: how can there be weariness when passion is present? Oh, don’t sigh heavily from fatigue: seek passion, seek passion, seek passion!– Jalaluddin Rumi

Love Poem: Shall I Compare Thee Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day?Thou are more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And Summer’s lease hath all too short a date:Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By