The Golden Eve

Time that came out after explosion of an old nebula And diverged moving beauty all-round the vacant space In a weak moment of love scattered all its charming wealth But it burst in tears by losing a gorgeous grace. The clever agent of time introduced her with him and left All other on the instincts bestowed upon them by the creator The ancient existence what else it may be other than love Love that is neither a viewer nor a listener, not even an orator, The only language it knows is the language of a silent touch And the touch did what was planned after a prejudiced thought. Time is mighty and greedy since then it's engaged in attempts To bring the portrait back, no wonder, she is portrait of art! Time attacks her beauty and spreads molten silver on the silk In stages it brings the decays for a back journey to the fires It forgets she is going back there with the memories of touches She will sleep there with the dreams of regaining desires The golden Eve is favored with love for her beautiful heart She can capture the Rome of time as she is made of gold, She can defeat the aging by Mona Lisa's smile on the lips She is Cleopatra born once again and will never grow old.