Song Of Adam In Our Age
So Eve granted me her warmth, her smile, her touch, her kiss, … and though not for as long as life, but just for a day, an hour, a minute or even a second, I would forgo all honor, renown, riches, and readily endure the greatest pains, miseries, and not, ever would regret. Is there a warmer, cozier couch than to sleep in her arms? Oh, God, am I so happy being Adam. Her treasures would otherwise have been in vain.
Her eyes are lovelier, brighter than the most precious stones.
Her whisper divine music.
When she comes I forget all
And I don’t care,
Whether tomorrow is Doomsday.
February 2011
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