Fair Eve, the woman God gave Adam to be,
veiled in light and beauty to the eye.
Tempted to doubt God’s command,
to the forbidden tree she crept,
not heeding the warning, plucking the fruit.
The once divine seed now a noxious weed.
With tears of sorrow she wept!
At that moment, eternity ceased
and time began,
a cooling chill crossed the land.
The sting of the serpent
struck her heart,
His sinister voice following her close,
as she ran and ran,
Where was her dear Adam then?
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