Il Giardino No. I


  SHE WAS BORN IN A GARDEN,

  CREATED BY LOVE,

 CREATED WITH LOVE, 

  CREATED FOR LOVE,

 AND CREATED TO LOVE.

IT WAS THERE IN THE GARDEN, THAT SHE MET LOVE.

A NEW HEART CREATED FROM AN OLD RIB. BONE OF BONE, FLESH OF FLESH. PURE WITHOUT SIN, UNASHAMED AND UNDRESSED.

UNAWARE THAT SHE WAS BARE, SHE WALKED THROUGH THE GARDEN WITHOUT A CARE.  

  SHE WOULD SING AND DANCE WHILE THE LEAVES WOULD STOP AND STARE. FLOWERS ADORED HER PRESENCE, THE TREES BREATHED HER AIR.

THE NIGHT SAT STILL WHILE THE MOON AND THE STARS WHISPERED HER TO SLEEP. ANGELS STOOD GUARD AND PROTECTED HER FROM HER CROWN TO HER FEET. 

VERY EARLY, HER LOVE WAITED FOR HER TO TO RISE. THE SUN MEANT NOTHING, IF HE COULDN'T SEE THE LIGHT IN HER EYES.

 

 WHEN GOD SAW HER FACE, HE LOOKED UPON HER AND SMILED. SHE WAS HIS CREATION, HIS MASTERPIECE, AND MOST OF ALL, HIS BELOVED CHILD.

 SHE IS THE MOTHER OF ALL LIVING, INSIDE OF HER, THERE IS PRECIOUS LIFE. HER LOVE WAS LONELY, HE NEEDED HELP AND MOST OF ALL, HE NEEDED A WIFE.

EVEN IN THE BEAUTIFUL GARDEN, IT STILL WASN'T GOOD FOR MAN TO BE ALONE. WHAT GOOD IS A SCULPTED BODY WITHOUT THE PRESENCE OF STRUCTURED BONE.

 

THE BIRDS AMUSED HIM DURING THE DAY, BUT AT NIGHT THEY ALL RETURNED HOME. SILENCE PLAYED WHILE HIS EMOTIONS STAYED AND HIS HEART LEFT HIM WITHOUT A TONE.

 

AS HIS THOUGHTS DRIFTED, HIS BODY SHIFTED, GOD TOOK HIM APART AND MADE HER A PART AND THEN SHE EXISTED.

 

 SHE WAS A LIVING PRESENT, PRESENTED IN HIS PRESENCE. A GIFT FOR MAN, AND A KISS FROM HEAVEN.

 

HEAVEN SENT, WITH A HEAVENLY SCENT, HER EYES WERE DIVINE, HER LIPS WERE MINT. 

 

CONTINUA A FIORITURA NO.I