Hey there, where did you come from?
Sweet thing, are you a figment of my mind?
I've got Love; would you like some?
Rest here. Yes, I know you have been maligned
By fools who have tried to redefine you.
They haunt you; they don't know you like I do.
Picture yourself standing right next to me,
Somewhere beyond the 21st century.
Love is something higher
Than what these so-called experts fathom.
Our gain is their loss.
Say the word, and we'll leave.
Dear, if I respire,
And if I really am your Adam,
It's only because
You're my ravishing Eve.
You know you are my heartsong;
Sweet thing, climbing the charts within my soul.
Upwards, and evermore endlong,
Our bond will be a light the stars extol.
We'll build a home in a brand new Eden;
This world's chaotic madness won't bleed in.
Counterfeit loves implode when they harden;
Our Love awaits us in a new Garden...cuz
Love is something higher
Than what these so-called experts fathom.
Our gain is their loss.
Say the word, and we'll leave.
Dear, if I respire,
And if I really am your Adam,
It's only because
You're my ravishing Eve.
Come, walk with me
In the cool of the day.
Love has set us free;
No need to hide away.
This temporal sphere
We will transcend.
We've nothing to fear
As we ascend.
Love is something higher
Than what these so-called experts fathom.
Our gain is their loss.
Say the word, and we'll leave.
Dear, if I respire,
And if I really am your Adam,
It's only because
You're my ravishing Eve.
© 2024 David Acosta
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