You did not tempt me,
With that apple,
'Twas not you.
Led me astray.
I ate of it,
And Oh so gladly,
So that, with you,
I might stay!
Oh I dearly loved
The Garden.
But that Paradise,
I freely state,
Would be a
God Damned
Hell on earth,
Without thee, Beloved Mate!
(12th February 2008)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How very ture Res, loved it. Hugs Anna xxx