The forbidden glowing,
an apple glistening with appeal.
I knew its knowledge was great,
though wrong;
I wanted to taste, to steal.
“This isn’t for me.”
My mind cleared, the self-hate and fear.
“This isn’t for me.”
I walked away,
praying for forgiveness,
shedding a tear,
hoping He sees the regret in me,
His daisy swaying,
the crush of a boot
the man fell on his knees,
his soul gutted from him
the crumbling of a visage,
yet the raising of the soul
The soul flew away
it did cause a envisage
a soft man, rebuilding of hope.
Perfection isn't real, but love is.


