But you are gazing at me the way God gazed at Adam and I am embarrassed by your look of love and possessionand pride.I want to go now and cover myself with fig leaves. It’s a sin this not being ready, this not being up to it.You said, ‘ I love you and my love for you makes any other life a lie.’Can this be true,this simple obvious message,Or am I like those shipwrecked mariners who seize an empty bottle and eagerly read out what isn39;t there?And yet you are there,here,sprung like a genie to ten times your natural size,towering over me,holding me in yourarms like mountain sides.Your red hair is blazing and you are saying,Make three wishes and they shall all come true.Make three hundred and I will honour every one.39;