You want me to be your Eve, who you will wear as a wedding ring on your hand.
You want me to give up my name and to take yours. Not only that - you want me to keep the honor of your name and to continue your kind.
You want me to leave my birthplace and go to live in yours. Because that is how you thought, it was best for me.
You want me to be your Eve. Caring for your home. To bear you children and take care of them. You want to put me in portraits that you will show to everyone.
You want me to hide my beauty, to become a shadow of myself, not to attract seduction and sin. At the same time, you are busy admiring other women, making them a subject of temptation.
You want me to become your shadow that will keep the fire on in your home and keep your name clean from gossips. And during that time you will be busy hunting for free hearts, to whom you cannot promise anything. Because I can no longer be a temptation for you. Because they cannot be your slaves. You are a hunter. And this is the justification you have devised for yourself.
You do not want me to be something whole and independent that you will love as a free woman. No, you want me as your half who you will blame for the lack of harmony in yourself.
You want everything from me. You have too many chains for me. Chains that will take away my freedom and make me your slave.
If I cannot do all these earthly feats, you will not hesitate to get rid of me. You will let me leave alone, with a tainted honor, rejected and abused. If it is meant that your family line will not be continued, you will blame me for this. You'll blame me for not being able to give birth to your children without even searching for the reason in yourself and telling me that an infertile woman has no place in your home.
And I am your Eve. I cook your food. I warm your bed. And it all carries the name of love.
Who are you? A God?
To marry me, I must be a saint. To love me, you want me to be a sinner. I must be able to combine these two so controversial roles with perfection. You do not think this is cruel to my soul. Because you think I do not deserve to have a soul. You think you deserve the best, and I am born to serve you faithfully. For the faithful service, I may be rewarded someday. If your capricious mood decides I deserve it. You only take from me. You take the warmth of my heart to warm up your cold selfish heart. You take without hesitation and without feeling guilty from the beauty and power of my mind to inspire your life. But you are not making a commitment to me. You are like a thief of emotions. You take from me with full hands. And when a new gentle inspiration comes, you leave me without thinking, following your instincts. You leave me broken in pieces, without showing interest what is going on with me. You can be very cruel. You are sure I have no soul because I do not need it.
Only one woman is never enough. You are a hunter. A hunter is your heart and your body. You change the laws and the rules so that you can legally own several female bodies. Is there a room for so many female bodies in your home? And in your heart? Or it remains cold, despite the abundance of female flesh, simply because it is not capable of true love. It has not learned to sacrifice, but only to hunt.