And so unto the repose,
To waft the scent under my nose,
A scent of beauty.

Upon the grass of Eden I lay
Away amidst the light of day
For you are the creator -

So to sever my skin,
Not quite yet next to kin
And sacrifice of me a rib -

Nay from near the feet,
To cast prolonged defeat,
Of forever being ruled over.

Nor robbed of the skull,
Thus make our lives so dull,
To be driven in sweat to the ground...

Alas my rib, taken from me
A blessing as a helper, for thee -
As close to the heart where love resides.