I love you without permission
Although the fingers pointed
My choice, your choice
Is to give ourselves freely
Maybe even a little recklessly.
Plunging our teeth into
Sweet juices running down our chins
Always did need a little
To take us out of paradise
And into the world together
But this time
We are not afraid
Because we are falling together.
Embracing one another
And forbidden passion.
Will God forsake us
Will be be smitten by his wrath
Like they told us?
I doubt it.
We will find our way back to paradise
Some natural tears they dropped, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide.
They hand in hand, with wand’ring steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.
(Milton, Paradise Lost, XII, 645–650)