The Garden

You; the last and the best. You; creation's fairest,
Where have you been?
Where have you gone?
Why did you stray, linger on?
Gone to death and to sin
and though I could love again,
the loss of you would never part
from my soul, from my heart
Earth shrieks in horror,
Valleys tremble
The heavens darken, rains pour
Nature is shocked to a standstill for the man who loved woman more
I did it all for you
You; the grace and the charm. You; the aim to disarm
why did you pluck?
why did you eat?
Did the evil taste sweet?
Better I know, where you lead I'll follow
Though you betrayed
and though you ate,
I'd follow you to hell's gate.
Perfect beings confounded
Buttresses fall to the floor
The high spire on paradise crumbles
for that man who loved woman more.
I did it all for you
You; my life. You; my love.
You; my gift from above.
Made of man, of my own flesh, to sate my own loneliness
Though the garden it grows, girl,
its beauty we'll know on a page or in a thought
cast out, paradise lost
I knew that I needed a miracle
to do what I wanted to do
Every second was miserable
if the second was spent without you