by kholinar

Eyes so bright, the lids above them
Offer a guarding shade.
So men are not struck blind,
Or ruin themselves in some mad pledge.

Lips so ideal, paint never did shine so enticing;
Draw me constant, drifting forward.
They speak and I am encircled by their movement.
They smile and I am drowned.

She does embrace me, subtly fit…
This delightful woman from Adam’s rib,
And so she wraps and guards 
Each hidden word and passion of my heart.

Mine own Eve, a help and love,
For mine own soul designed,
As mine own tale described,
To mine own fate entwined.