Pygmalion Begins to Sculpt

Somewhere from the stone you rise,
you masterpiece of soulful eyes,

a face of ages futures see
escaping ancient history

with lips of wisdom, surging verve,
embracing grace in every curve,

assuring arms accepting all,
your steadfast stance too strong to fall,

those open hands to grasp my heart:
such love must be immortal art

as perfectly the gods consent
- the beauty nothing shall prevent

refining until you arrive
and dreams of romance wake alive.

Pygmalion Begins to Sculpt © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Inspired by the mythological story of Pygmalion and Galatea: (mythology) (mythology)
Submitted: January 18, 2021