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EVE
In quiet stillness she stands
His eyes locked upon her in adoring gaze
An exquisite dream, cast in stone
Such glorious and ethereal beauty awash
in pure vestal light
She breathes in white marbled grace
With chiseled softness her expression hauntingly
tender and sweet
Touched into life out of stone he dreams
that one day he could make her his own
She grows warm with life at the master’s touch
Never had he known a love so deep and with such
passion as to pray let my love live and breathe and
I shall call her Eve, the mother of all living.
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