x Pygmalion

White as alabaster, delicate as a snow lily
Womanly hips almost too perfect
Smile of life so gentle, so loving
He gazed at her with awe, with respect

She belonged to him, he had sculpted her
With his manly hands bare
He wished to breathe life into her deep eyes
Birth a maiden rare

He longed for her, for her musical voice
To solve mysteries of the earth
But held back with godly restraint
Human after all, he wasn’t ready for an angelic birth

poem by Madam Anonymous
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