I Grow the Tree of Adam and Eve

I grow the tree,
Of Adam and Eve,
Where sin first planted,
Its deadly seed.

And on that tree,
My heart hangs mute,
On a twig,
Its deadly fruit.

With cheeks blushed red,
Completely shamed,
It can't even whisper,
Out your name.

So little devil,
So cunningly quick,
Taps your shoulder,
And tempts you to it.

The devil is lovely,
A sweet fate,
But it is a guise,
She's really a snake.

But love is poison,
I try to shout,
Love is poison,
And no words come out.

So I wrap the branches,
Around the fruit tight,
Enshrouded in vines,
Impenetrable to light.

There will be not tragedy,
To mankind tonight,
Not in this poem,
If my will holds its might.

Tell me if the meaning of the poem is somewhat clear...