Enter Eve and
out of love.
She wonders around, eyes still fixed on the beauty of the beholder,
feet carried away by the sweep of falling in love.
Somewhere embedded in her soul,
pounded at her heart,
as her eyes stalk his every foot.
She was swayed by a magnetic field,
believed to be manifested in his hair.
The wind was thought to be of tremendous strength at that moment.
Carry his hair, dark and long to an endless place where precious meets.
She hears herself sighed in amazement
of the beauty a man can possess.
She paced away from thoughts back to dream.
She realised to give reality a chance.
She was knocked by a hard truth:
she never resides in reality ever before.
Living still beneath reality, where people fall in love in dreams.