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.
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