02-11-2018, 03:08 AM
‘Tis known to one that’s seen an apple fallen from a tree
That he with great intentions, at best brings a fate to be
So learned the gentle John and Jane, accurséd ones of light
The moment when the apple of their eye escaped their sight
“Jean, my John”, said Jane, with passion pouring from her pores
“Finally, my love, there’ll be a thing that’s mine and yours”
And so was born a girl like Aphrodite from the sea
And with a stroke, a heart, a mind and soul were made to be
A flower that gave color to the canvas of the earth
Seemed holier than all before, this god-forsaken birth
Behind green eyes a vision of a vague and cryptic truth
The sadness of a happy song, the fleeting flight of youth
The emptiness of promises, the falling of the tide
Were painted on the cherub’s face as she naïvely cried
PS: This is meant to be the introduction to a larger piece, but stands on its own for now
That he with great intentions, at best brings a fate to be
So learned the gentle John and Jane, accurséd ones of light
The moment when the apple of their eye escaped their sight
“Jean, my John”, said Jane, with passion pouring from her pores
“Finally, my love, there’ll be a thing that’s mine and yours”
And so was born a girl like Aphrodite from the sea
And with a stroke, a heart, a mind and soul were made to be
A flower that gave color to the canvas of the earth
Seemed holier than all before, this god-forsaken birth
Behind green eyes a vision of a vague and cryptic truth
The sadness of a happy song, the fleeting flight of youth
The emptiness of promises, the falling of the tide
Were painted on the cherub’s face as she naïvely cried
PS: This is meant to be the introduction to a larger piece, but stands on its own for now