When you loved me
We were the ideal couple and
Our love was the Eden
But when the world got to know about it
Adam fled and hid his head
While Eve was open to all the blame
The stones flung and the words spat
At the slender face and the slenderer heart
Were all borne with silence
Silence, grand with awe and reverence
For my love
Pure and sacred with the memory of yore
While you kept hiding in a hidey-hole, afar;
While your manhood fled even farther,
Without coming back to see if
Eve was, at least, still alive
I didn’t hate you
Not because of any remaining bond or trust
But because of my superior womanhood.
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