If You are Eve,

If you are Eve,
Come to me,
And make me man,
Your Adam,

We would with pleasures fill
Valleys of green and pastures
We have not wandered away to,

We would go there
And cherish our living,
Like birds do while flying together
In the sky at the dawn
Drenched by golden light

We would come to our best too,
At the dusk, again drenched by crimson light,

If you are Eve,
Come to me,
Make me a man,
Your Adam.

(*Note: painting courtesy: Flimt, Adam and Eve, 1918)


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