Fashion'd of purest ivory
Beauty ne'er to fade
And he sculptor fell in love
With what he lovingly made.
Days and nights of hardwork
Chisel and knife constan strovw
No woman is perfection
The sculptor's point to prove.
Unliving statue, alas not human
Whom hitherto imagination possessed
Strange , Aphrodite thy ways
The young sculptor obsessed.
Soulless statue to living creature
Transformation no mean task
But love always rewards those
Who humble themselves and ask.
Mutual gain to lover and beloved
He- perfection beyond compare
And she her loving creator
To fashion took so much care.
2 comments:
ann... you've just been tagged. :-)
Hi Alankrita!
Just popped in to say hi!:-)))
Mayuri!;-)
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