“ Your love is dispassion, one that I can not fashion. 

What good are words without feelings, yours are not keening. 

My love has not faded, but I wish for yours to have aid it. 

Have you forgotten I put my sword at bay, and yet you have yet yours to lay?

Still you stab threw me, not with swords or knives but with words that I have yet to deprive.

Is this our fate that we are to take? 

The bitterness in our fruit that the snake has ate?

In our once tender garden, your love has hardened. 

Why, I ask but still you excuse me as a pardon. 

Years have passed, but my feelings have still yet to last.

The lonely and cold nights have been unforgiving.

With the love letters I rewrite, without light to guide my sight. 

The letters are for you, ones that you have never pursued. 

Yet I still wait, afraid you might be too late. 

Though that time will never come, I will always remember you fondly for my love for you is beyond me. 

For many years you have been the apple of my eye, with lovingly sighs. 

But for years I have hesitated, though you can guess the reason why. 

Maybe it was the apple that was forbidden, and yet you were still given. 

Perhaps it was us meant to be, and yet you have yet to see. 

Though still you flee, even when I asked you not to leave.

God has held us together for a reason, and yet you refuse in treason.

So when the time comes, the fruits shall rip be the season. 

To maybe even, give you a reason. 

So walk inside my garden, I have named it Eden.

And there lies an apple tree, waiting along for thee. 

It longs for you, to even be held by you. 

But tread carefully, for not far away it is the snake, who has whispers for you to heed. 

So what will you do, will you let your thoughts lead you? 

Or have you learned to heed what your heart tells you?

So tell me my Adam, for you have been the first to fall from our grace.

The one who has eaten the forbidden fruit, and yet I have taken your blame.

 Are you willing to do the same?

Though you may be my Adam, and I your Eve

I wonder if it is my turn, to take my leave.

As I slowly approach the apple tree, I don’t listen to the words you have heed.

It is now your turn to see, even maybe plea.

As the snake takes me hand in hand, I can no longer stand. 

As the sweeten apple has touched my lips, I savor it even if it’s just a bit. 

May god forgive me, for I have tasted the forbidden fruit. 

And I crave more, even if it is against my holy lord.”