Dowry

In my left hand was Eve's soft right hand, And on my right palm was an apple like globe, Neither we could lie, nor sit nor could we stand, Exposed to heat and cold, without a single robe! "Why I have been given a globe as my dowry? " Let me consult my mutineer friend who's chasing, And to you Adam, only a model of a brewery! The stains of guilty conscience! Wine may be erasing." "Let us look for a place that resembles this sphere." Let me look what should I brew for some wine, Your hand is slipping from my hand, atmosphere! Violent blows separated us, I'm guided by a silver shine." "O pleasant winds, you are a separator, I lost my brewery, Where is my Eve? Without her a pleasure is not a pleasure! Silver of the moon, gold of the sun, the planet looks a treasury, Apples and oranges, wheat and barley, an unending treasure! " Missing you Eve! Missing my love, missing my sweetheart, Colorful scented flowers appear to me like a thwart. Though I have lost the dowry I got but I have eyes and arms, I shall find out my Eve, I shall bring back the lost charms. And when we meet once again I shall brew love in the brewery, Finally I am happy that I'm now free from the Angel's slavery