Her name was Eve,
the mother of us all,
the lass that did decieve,
and caused us all to fall.
She gave the apple to
her friend,
an act of giving, but
she knew not its end.
And bingo! They were
naked,
A term they never
heard before,
and with fig leaves
shielding them,
God then closed
the door.
The lover is bewitching,
whether it be him or her,
Lies can wreak much havoc,
as trouble they incur.
He or she can subtly croon,
a promise of tomorrow -
under a lovely moon -
but they will leave you sorrow.
Thing is, we never know,
Until it is too late -
and then we can't accept it,
the end, the fall, the fate.
The lover is a devil,
He or she is doom -
Both sexes are to blame,
When love ends up a tomb.
So be cautious, my fair friend,
Be on your toes for danger -
Make sure it's love you send,
And never kiss a stranger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kinda tells a good lesson nice one