Eve may never sit with her lover between gently swaying pecan trees
Or make love to him by the river of life,
But in her heart, she does both throughout eternity,
For he became a reality to her;
She knows his face, his voice, his heart,
And all the love that lies dormant within him, turned down to a slow burn—
All are etched into a memory that will never fade.

 
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