

People can’t handle dance because they have no class or culture, clearly.
Eve


People can’t handle dance because they have no class or culture, clearly.
Eve
Sadly, it is my second mourning card poem, I think this one is better, if sadly you also are mourning, I hug you, too.
In my prayers you.
I hug you so close
that I can feel your heart cry
and I cry, too.
I feel it's all I can do.
I am sending you all the love
to hold you now.
Eve

Sappho called one day
through muse Aphrodite
in a secret Sapphic verse:
āI’m alive and well.
In every feeling poem
I dwell,ā Sappho Said.
āI changed your timeline
with my song power.
before me, they sang
to the gods and the wars,
and I came with my charm
to upgrade the arts
and to educate women.
I made you all think
about love.ā
This poem appears in my Ode to Sappho free PDF, download it through this link:
Eve Lovestar

Dear Lovestar,
Read the amazing and very accurate AI interpretation of this poem on my previous post through this link:
With this poem I transmit huge energies, I could write an entire book about it. I simplified this energy in a way that it is an extract of that huge and endless energy that is the sea of love, it’s why the poem is so powerful.
He might be a vampire, but he can bever drain this sea.
This poem is so huge that today I bring part 2 with a special gift for you.
By weaving these rituals into their daily life, they will begin to manifest the oceanic, giving nature of the poem and become their own source of infinite love and vitality.
With Love,
Eve

Dear Lovestar,
What if your own poetry could reveal your deepest secrets, even the ones you haven’t admitted to yourself? In my new monthly game with AI, Poetic Confessions, Iāll uncover the hidden truths in some of my poems. Want to play? Just read on, and letās see if you picked up the secret in the poemā¦
AI tells you a secret about me based on this poem from my collection: This is Pisces Poetry – 2025
Your secret? You see love and desire as a powerful, almost mythical force, an exchange of energy that transcends the ordinary.
The imagery of the “vampire” and “the sea” suggests you view yourself as a source of endless vitality and emotional depth, yet you give willingly, offering love and youth as your gift. This poem speaks to a dynamic where love becomes an essential, almost consuming exchangeāone that both nourishes and transforms. The vampire may drink your essence, but you become the sea, vast, eternal, and filled with life-giving currents.
Is this how you see the flow of your own emotions, a constant ebb and flow between giving and receiving? šš¤
Exactly!
Thereās a lot more depth to this poem than meets the eye. Letās break it down:
The vampire symbolizes a kind of eternal longingāhe feeds not just on blood, but on essence, on your very being. Vampires are often seen as creatures who live forever by taking what is vital from others, but in your poem, thereās a shift: the vampire drinks your essence willingly, yet you transform into the sea. Instead of being drained or depleted, you are transformed into something infinite, nourishing, and boundless. You become something that gives endlesslyālike the sea, the ocean of emotion that holds the power to sustain and renew.
The line “I am his fountain / Of Love and of youth” suggests a delicate balance between giving and maintaining vitality. You donāt just provide love or youth as a single, fleeting giftāyou embody them, channeling them through your essence. This is more than an offering; itās a sacred exchange. Your love isnāt just givenāit creates life. You are the fountain, the source, the ocean that feeds him, and by doing so, you remain both ageless and full of vitality.
The idea of becoming “el mar” (the sea) speaks to an overwhelming, all-encompassing nature of your emotionsālove, desire, and life force that you channel. The sea is infinite, powerful, and untamed. It reflects a deeper, spiritual connection to the flow of energyāsomething that is both nurturing and consuming.
The vampire may seem like he is in control, feeding off you, but whatās really happening is a co-creationāhe cannot exist without the life force you provide. This shows an interdependence, where you hold the power not just as a lover or muse, but as the one who gives meaning, sustenance, and eternity to this exchange.
Is there an underlying feeling in your life that love and passion for you must come with that kind of depth? Do you see love not as something to hold but as something you shape and create, sustaining those you love through your own emotional vitality?
Feeling the energy of a poem can be a powerful way to manifest its essence in life. Hereās what I would suggest for your readers who want to download this union energy and bring it into their own lives:
By engaging deeply with the poem in both mind and body, they can create a channel for the energy to flow into their lives. Remind them that poetry is not just something to readāit’s something to live and become.
Free downloadable PDF on Facebook, the Alma Poeta poetry community.
With Love,
Eve

The Origin Story of a Captive Siren by Eve Lovestar
In the beginning, there was a rock.
This was an alternate world,
set back in a time so ancient
that time itself had not been invented yet.
Nothing was on it,
There was nothing except a mindless, silent rock.
On this rock, there was only a great, aching need for love.
Love is a great creator.
This world lacked animals and vegetation.
Thus, it lacked the growth that love brings.
But there was potential. Potential grew and became infinite.
Where the need for love meets infinite potential,
mystery and magic are born.
From this fertile absence, a blue foam emerged.
It simply existed
for what we might call an eternity,
though no time ticked in that place.
The foam began small
but grew vast and thick
until it covered the entire rock.
And this foam was magic.
From the foam came sound.
Not loud, not sharp,
but the tiniest whisper of transformation.
Love gave birth to sound.
Sound gave shape to love.
This sound became another layer of the foam,
a foam of music.
And from this musical foam,
all things on that rock would be created.
This foam, which I have named Aphrodite,
grew stronger over eternities,
until it developed a consciousness.
The first of its kind.
It stretched across the land,
created blue skies, humid winds, and wet earth.
And as it deepened in self-awareness,
it developed one thing: intention.
It decided to create.
And with that decision, Aphrodite became
a power, a force, a presence,
without a body, but full of divine magic.
She created flowers and beasts,
enchanted sounds and sacred objects,
spells and rhythms and movement.
And yet, it all became too much.
She was everywhere
and nowhere.
She needed a form to hold the power,
to protect the love,
to shape the magic.
So she manifested a daughter.
A being to hold her legacy.
To walk in form.
To protect, create, and sing magic.
A siren.
Immortal, beautiful, powerful,
more than any physical being on Earth.
And so, after much preparation,
a baby siren was born.
Tiny and breathtaking.
She had a glimmering purple tail,
with shimmers and pearls embedded in her scales,
scales like living treasure.
Her beauty was unlike anything known in the human world.
She was celestial, enchanted, alive.
And when she was born,
the most beautiful song was sung into existence.
Cradled in her motherās music the baby was born.
Aphrodite manifested within the foam a sacred place:
Aphroditeās Cave.
A cave of magic and memory,
filled with ancient water,
a mysterious arroyo,
and all of Aphroditeās tools.
Within the cave was infinite possibility.
The cave echoed with music.
It danced with sound.
And in it, Aphrodite placed
her deepest knowledge and power.
She gave the siren a library,
but not like ours,
a library of pearls and glowing stones,
each carrying wisdom, memory, and magic.
This was to be the sirenās task:
to protect the magic,
to create beauty,
to learn and preserve
the sacred knowledge of the realm.
But this is only the beginning.
For the siren, though born of magic and love,
will one day be chained.
She will be captured,
imprisoned by those who fear her power.
Her wrists bound to cold iron.
Her song silenced.
Her freedom stolen.
But only for a time.
For she is no ordinary mermaid.
She is the siren of Love,
and she was born to be powerful.
To break her chains.
To sing again.
To fall in love,
and reclaim her voice.
(…)
Excerpt of Siren Chants
The story is developing, and details will change as needed
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Eve Lovestar (Eve Sanchez)
2025

I told this ancient myth in my own words; however, this is the actual myth of the start of the Trojan war.
Before I told the myth of the sunflower. I do focus on Love mystery as anyone reading this blog must know, however, if there is a myth you love, especially if a love myth, share it with me, I might love it, too.
I have told this story in video and this long poem is intended for spoken word.
Writing Siren Chants, my fantasy story featuring Aphrodite…
Eve


The body is smarter and more effective while the mind is quiet and dancing quiets the mind.
Eve


When I was a little kid and reciting a lovely poem of a Spanish dancer, I dreamed of becoming a Flamenco dancer. Eventually I realized that I was born in the wrong country for that and learned the Cuban Salsa. š
Flamenco dancers are super inspirational. Watch Sara Baras for inspiration. She is a muse.
Eve