My Eve Forever

We are not the same, not naked… no shame We tend the golden grains… our game; My Eve’s name and game flows like fame And her pens and pleasures you cannot tame We are from different races… reality Yet I crave her colors and creativity We stroll without sights in this sound city My pen do praise her art and alacrity We’ve got pleasant, passionate pages Yet our daily scripts are signed by saintly sages Oh! my Eve’s poetry pictures are immortal images That earns her wisdom and wonderful wages …and Crystal is her noble name, her aim and game burns with fire , not flame. in my heart I see her poetry picture frame; she’s got a friendly face…she’s a darling dame