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The Lesser Pygmalion
My fingers touch your face Slide across without a trace Water stains your cheek Where real tears should leak
Your eyes remain cold My efforts grow so old Despite attempts To reach your soul Your lips don't respond When mine are pressed to yours How much can one take How much more can I endure?
I shaped your whole existence Breathed you into being Each day I devoted To shape this sacred thing
That stands between us Not honed of stone and steel But made of human flesh Tangible touch, vivid feel
Please step down From your pedestal Drop your gown Do the inevitable
Move to the living flame Burning in that marble frame Awake! Before I die Prove that it's not a lie
I can make you love me You belong to me, alone After all, I made you mine Sculpted only as my own
"Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything." --Plato
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"fall into me. fall? yes, how else will u feel caught in my arms that long to hold and craddle u 4ever? I stepped up to the ledge of the edge before....remember? I was blind but now i see."
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^^^ Thanks for your kind words. Much appreciated. "Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination and life to everything." --Plato
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