In the quiet spaces between our whispers,
I find solace in the trust that lingers.
Just like Adam trusted Eve, I trust you,
In the garden of our love, where skies are blue.
The heavens may brand us as sinners, it's true,
But what's sin to the depth of me and you?
The first sins were woven in trust's embrace,
Just like Eve and Adam, in love's trace.
They trusted, and so do I, in this dance,
Where rules may crumble, and judgments glance.
Perhaps we offend Gods with our entwined affection,
But love's essence outshines any celestial objection.
Why seek heaven's glow in distant height,
When beside you, my love, is my purest light?
On a crisp autumn evening, in your warmth I find,
A paradise surpassing what heaven designed.
Because what has heaven got that I can't find sitting next to you
