For the Minds of Adam and Eve

Your love still ripe, Like the apple from eves lip. Your words still pure, Like Eden’s untouched earth. “For I am the Adam to your eve, Whose love is eternally made in bliss, A bliss whose will forever burns in our intertwined hearts” White Rose buds of heaven, softer and more soothing than any substance on earth Gently slide, down between your thighs to form the first, Instruments of love, and I too let My hands flow on golden parchments to form the first words used to express love. For God created me for you, And he created you for me. To share blissful acts in unison. “For I am the Adam to your eve, Whose love is eternally made in bliss, A bliss whose will forever burns in our intertwined hearts”