at a loss to describe....
How to describe
such beauty...?
My heart....
I never imagined....
Could not conceive
Until I saw you....
No words
suffice,
photographs fall
short....
Never a mortal
looked so....
A classic
Beauty
beyond
classics....
It took a
goddess
to show me....
Atop a mountain
frozen for three
thousand
years.
Your face...
your hands...
your legs...
your breasts....
the entirety of you
in marble.
Lovingly formed
by hands
that knew you not
yet knew...
each curve,
each line,
your flesh
his stone
unite.
I gazed upon
three thousand
years...
Three thousand
miles...
and more.
I see in stone
those lips I touched,
the cheek I brushed...
the eyelids which
I kissed
so softly...
Hard here....
Frozen
in their perfection
but not
in your perfection....
These...
Lovely statues,
these replicas
of your beauty,
these...
lumps
of cold
and lifeless stone
fall
short
of you...
far short....
No marble,
no stone
could be more than
a suggestion,
an illusion
of your softness...
destined to disappoint....
Any mere facsimile
delights to be sure...
yet fails to pass
the telling test...
a soft curve,
not soft.
Soft skin,
unyielding.
Warm hands
cold and stiff...
Beneath your
perfect
breasts
a strong heart beats
not...
Ultimately
unsatisfactory.
Perhaps it is
not the
similarities
but the differences
which surprise
me more
How could any
Artist,
seeing you,
fail to respond...?
But how could they
fail so
in their response?
A masterwork
to be sure,
but
not
adequate
to describe,
to fully relate
the true experience
that is you....
But is this not
in the end,
the sorrow
of all artists?
No artists brush
nor poets pen,
no sculptor
with chisel
could ever compare
could never even
begin
to compete
with Life,
the greatest artist
of all...
Let alone,
in you....
Its
Masterwork...
My Love...
My heart....
even now...
at a loss to describe...
my heart...
I love you...
I kneel,
and kiss your hands
in supplication
and Worship...
My heart....
Light!
