My Appletree

Her appletreeBeen here once – forever in my arms,
Forbidden apple’s sweet threw you in need;
Your sentence is served in quite peaceful heaven
Have woken up, you started craving meat.

My mother Eve, I still her bear cross
Conceive in pleasure, giving birth in pain.
I am love that finds its ways against all odds
In righteous sin of freedom from restrain.

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