Love Poetry

Apple of the eye

Fair lady, as Julia Procilla,

A Roman matron of rare chastity,

I, Paris, crossed the seas from Dardania.

The apple of temptation from the tree,

Of knowledge of good, and evil. The snake,

Craftiest of all God's creatures that'd walk,

Fly or crawl above the earth. He'd make

A pass at her, sliding against her ankle,

And she, although knowing it's forbidden,

Took a bite. Nature. What should not have been.

The tree in the middle of Creation,

The orchard of God, Paradise, Eden,

And against His warning, divine decree,

Broke her solemn promise made before God.

Matrimonial vows, traced in the sand.