My Darling

i do not wish to keep observing but art as captivating as you stays in my mind at all hours of the day and well into the night it hurts to breathe when all i think of are your chiseled edges so smooth they dance in the light, and the horrifying stillness of your figure, stuck in time however, i will face the pain for i get to watch you thrive in the gentle bursts of sun that shine only so you may move as you please you have invaded my mind with your words, carved before your feet with meaning given to you by prophets themselves and yet you stand, blissfully unaware, of the way those engraved remarks echo in my ears and fill my lungs with hope your hair and smile, that have been blessed by the gods above and crafted with such a beautiful image in mind, cause me to dream of a reference, a muse, well beyond my mortal understanding the feeling of your body in my hands is a hallucination so surreal that it may as well be as dead as the stars i wish upon when i ask them to bring you to me my heart can only break and weep so many times before it gives up, but you, my darling, have mended it so many times by presence alone, that i fear for when you do not wish to see me but i guess that is something i will never truly have to worry about i will be long gone, turned to ash and dust, and remembered as a fool with a heart of false hope, by the time your marble bones begin to crumble, won’t i, darling? until then i will stop by and visit till i am confined to my bed with brittle bones that ache and skin that tears at a tug even then, i will see you in my dreams and in the stars until then, my darling, until then.