And a rib was pulled from a side,
Soon was molded to be his Lover:
Tiny whispers calling beautiful bride,
Now with my hand so soft and bare,
I tend to land, _'these grounds of heart.'_
Lay down my eyes, hoping now to see,
The widest eyes, lookers of everything:
_'O, stop looking for perfect fish of the Sea'_
Rubbing salt in a wound, that won't heal.
All we are; are two skies far apart,
Longing to be one being and in flesh,
A piece self trading into your heart:
_Love was first made, we came second._
Children all of our Adam and Eve,
The seeds of a garden forgotten:
But even as I don't see my paradise,
Darling you'll always be my _Eden._
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 4:49 PM UTC
And a rib was pulled from a side,
Soon was molded to be his Lover:
Tiny whispers calling beautiful bride,
Now with my hand so soft and bare,
I tend to land, _'these grounds of heart.'_
Lay down my eyes, hoping now to see,
The widest eyes, lookers of everything:
_'O, stop looking for perfect fish of the Sea'_
Rubbing salt in a wound, that won't heal.
All we are; are two skies far apart,
Longing to be one being and in flesh,
A piece self trading into your heart:
_Love was first made, we came second._
Children all of our Adam and Eve,
The seeds of a garden forgotten:
But even as I don't see my paradise,
Darling you'll always be my _Eden._
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