Call me silly, but

Let me be frank about something. I think it was the woman loved first, who first knew the spousal desire. We know about the Garden, and the man’s loneliness among the beasts. We know about the deep sleep and the borrowed rib and Adam’s ‘At last.’ Yet I think one of the great secrets between the lines of Genesis is the glow of Eve when she first saw her beloved, the popping spark from the radiant heart that said, silently, ‘At last.’ Adam knew not just by the company of her body, but by her whole composition. He knew she was unlike the beasts not only because she was like him, but because she looked at him quite unlike he had been looked at by the cow, or the lemur, or the lion. That first love lay deep within the heart of Eve. It was only a second’s difference between the man and the woman, but it was there. And that moment repeats itself in all the children of Eden. In some cases those seconds stretch into years but day unto day takes up the same story. Women love, and they wait. And the waiting is what makes a woman a real lover. In the waiting space she finds she's longing lastly for God.