And there was Eden
A dream come true.
Now, he dreams just for you
And for Adam to meet his sunset
When his tongue sins
By which means?
By words?
By action?
By silence?
Or when it kisses the apple red?
He thinks it’s quite a jest
To believe such good thinker
Of such medieval fantasy
Yet there’s a hint of hope
When he takes a glimpse of you
That Adam be tempted by that apple he set
Did he? set a trap?
No.
T’was destiny maybe
That allowed your souls to meet
Your worlds to collide and
Your stars to shine on his earth
And he dreamed of an Eden
Where there was you as Eve
And him as him.
January 31,2010 1: 43 am. End of Love Story
Sincerely dedicated for him and for her
Appreciation is truly appreciated.
No redistribution or reproduction in any means without my permission.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem