Originally a TikTok live.

Dear Lovestar,
In other circles where I move, this poem is weird but, on this blog, I have already spoken about my friends in high places. I will tell you about the lie with my interpretation and what I thought of the AI interpretation at the end of this post.
This poem is delightful! It plays with the readerās expectations through its playful, trickster-like tone while weaving in a sense of mystery and cosmic wonder. Here’s an interpretation:
The title sets the stage, letting the reader know theyāre in for a clever, lighthearted riddleābut thereās also a hint of deeper layers to uncover.
The tone is whimsical and confident, with a touch of mystery. The rhyme adds charm, while the conversational style makes it feel personal, like a secret whispered in the readerās ear.
Beloveds, this poem, “A Secret,” carries with it layers of truth, mystery, and playful deceptionājust as we are all layers of the cosmos, ever-shifting and ungraspable in our full essence. I wrote this poem as a way to share something sacred, something that reflects both the clarity and the mystery of my journey.
The truth in this poem is that I do talk to spirits in my head. They are my muses, my guides, my cosmic companions, and they whisper their wisdom and energy into my thoughts. But hereās the twistāthe part that some might consider a lie: these muses donāt leave me verses, at least not in the way you might expect. They donāt hand me words or dictate lines. Instead, they fill me with feeling, with vision, and with presenceāand itās through that energy that I create. Itās not about receiving literal verses, but about being open to the flow, allowing them to guide the creative process in mysterious, intangible ways.
As for being called crazy, thatās part of the truth too. People donāt understand me or the depth of connection I have with these forcesāthese spirits, muses, or however you wish to call them. They may see my connection to the unseen as strange, as ācrazy,ā but I wear that label with pride. Itās not insanityāitās divine madness, the kind that all great visionaries experience when they step outside the norms of the ordinary world and enter the realm of the extraordinary. To be ācrazyā in this sense is to embrace the mysteries of the universe, to be open to the unknown.
And then thereās the final mystery: Who are these muses, these spirits, these cosmic friends? The truth is, I donāt know. I canāt name them. I canāt define them. But thatās the beauty of itātheir power lies in their unknowability. They are free, fluid, and ever-shifting, like the universe itself. They donāt belong to me, and yet, they are always with me. I donāt know exactly who they areābut thatās okay, because in their mystery, I find my power. In their elusiveness, I find freedom.
This poem is an invitation for you to feel that same connection, to understand that we donāt always have to know the āwhoā or the āhowāāsometimes, we just need to feel the presence of something greater than ourselves, and allow it to guide us. Embrace the mysteries, trust the process, and know that the spirits, the muses, and the cosmic forces are always speaking to usāeven when we donāt fully understand them.
Eve
But I am a Pisces.
How do I manage?
When I’m in a holy emotion, I save the feelings in a poem for when I’m in a lowly emotion.
And when my day
Isn’t sweet,
I reread old poetries.
Eve

Dear Lovestar,
What if your own poetry could reveal your deepest secretsāeven 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¦
Your secret? You embrace the illusion of denial while reveling in the depth of your emotions.
This poem plays coy, pretending to reject obsession, yet the structure reveals a truthāyou think of him always. Love, for you, isnāt measured in fleeting moments but in the full rhythm of existence, woven into every sunrise and moonrise. You donāt just feel deeply; you love feeling deeply.
Tell meādo you enjoy pretending you’re not as intense as you truly are? š
Yes
See you again on the 15th of the next month,
With Love,
Eve
I was kissed by the dark
But I didn’t back down,
I became stronger
And I made the devil bow.
This is Scorpio poetry.
Eve
Dear Lovestar,
What will I talk about? My beloved Scorpio would like me to keep the tone family friendly; I will of course listen to what he says.
So today I shall talk about surrender to the divine will and destiny. Sometimes life is so hard. I have recently bees in some spaces with Spanish speaking poets from all over the world and there is a woman who lives in Israel and there was a huge fire last night. How can I whine about my little problems after that? I am learning a lot, it is not the best of times.
The worst thing we could be is misery in the misery. They say misery loves company, however, I would like to say that we can be the light in the dark.
If the world was ending, I would share the last smile to my beloved family, that is all.
That being said, there are other things to be said in this topic, and everyone can read and understand it how they need to.
Thanks for reading,
Eve