My Dear Eve,
They tell me you have sinned. You are to be banished from Eden and I, baned(1) to never see you again. I found out where they plan to send you, Micheal let it slip. It is this place called Earth. They say it is very different from Eden; barren, lifeless and dangerous. Everyone thinks you won't survive Earth for long, but they don't know you as I do. I remember the first time we met Eve, I was sitting by the orange groove terribly sad. I desired to write a poem. On oranges, they were my favorite! But try as I might I just couldn't pen it. There was simply no word in all creation that rhymed with orange. That was when you arrived, heaven sent, and asked me why I looked so sad. I told you about my problems with oranges. In response, you smiled. You said you had never heard of the word orange before. But incredibly, you had just the word that rhymed. Mearange(2), you uttered! A word you had created yourself. However, the word had no meaning yet, that was my task to add. I decided it would mean 'meetings of a special kind' and we made our first poem. One about the orange and the mearange. Before that day Eve, I thought only God had the power to create, you made me realize that we did too. Mearange was just the prelude Eve, I have known since then that they can send you to a thousand barren lands, you will create wonders off them all. But you will need help Eve. Thus, in this interlude, I say to hell with God, his heaven and Eden, and take a bite off the forbidden fruit to follow you to Earth. It may be barren Eve, but together we can make it come alive. In the meantime, I hear it has some wonder full sights. I hear of this mountain range, Himalayas. I hear you can stare at them for millennia and still be gazing in wonder and joy. I would like to stare at them with you by my side. I hear of this lake called Baikal. Apparently, every winter it turns into a majestic field of ice. I would like to watch it freeze with you cozily floating by the snow. I hear of this feature called fjords. Apparently, they are a sight to behold. And the stars, oh the stars Eve! I hear there are so many, thousands for every speck of the sky you see. Together we'd count them all. So Eve, if you will have me, I would like to join you on Earth. Together we'll roam. It'll be the perfect date for me.
Yours truthfully,
Adam
(1)Baned - cursed to die slowly, past tense of bane.
(2)Mearange - Pronounced /maʊrɪn(d)ʒ/, meaning, a meeting of a special kind.
