Golem and Angel

He was in love, deep, romantic love. She was standoffish, aloof, above, no need for pointless ideas thereof. It was forbidden, like fox and dove. His clay a gritty earthy mixture. Hers a sweet creamy marble picture of comfort, a permanent fixture. His secret love a proscribed stricture. So he sat at her feet each long day writing the love words he could not say. He greatly feared from her side to stray lest someone come and take her away. He searched for the same magic by night that brought him to life and gave him sight. Hoping that her stone wings would take flight and sweep them from this piteous plight.