Pygmalion And Galatea

 

How cold my heart had grown to what many see soft and fair.
I noticed the corruption in female’s ways that filled me with despair.
Following my soul I bared myself to a solitude sadly embraced.
Creation neglects it’s own existence destruction takes its place.
On a monolith of ivory I coaxed the secret that it once jealously held.
Figure pure was kept from harm confined was ware the maiden dwelled.
I delighted in that which shared her likeness who never lingered at her side.
For once compared to living flesh their spirit lost its pride.
Garbed in raiment’s fine and flowing is how her form was dressed.
Jewel ringed fingers ears so draped pearls adorned her chest.
Oh lovely one of carved skilled hands I caress with gentle stroke.
Though cold and silent you speak to me loves magic you evoke.
Shells, amber, polished stones and flowers small gifts I give my bride.
Mere tokens bestowed for desired feelings no longer shall I hide.
Stained cloths of Tyrian dye are spread on the couch she lay.
The breath of life is what I wish should there exist the way.
Beauties goddess and love’s great queen grant for me this plea.
Bring forth one like my ivory virgin this I beg you humbly.
From an alter sacred of rising flames his love had been revealed.
When next embraced the statues touch was soft to gently yield.
Dwelling between the artist and art no other could dare dream of.
For when eyes can see and touch can feel it was inspired by true love.