Sculpted Glory

I wonder what it could be The glowing merry marble Curve of my masculine hands and legs That draws them to me like bees to honey. I stand here for their eyes to drink up Like a mirror hanging on the wall Yet all that they will see is me Have they no pleasure in their own reflection. I am the birth of Michelangelo's chisel and hammer Hours upon hours he spent Burning the midnight oil for me to stand As I glow in alabaster-white There here I stand in sculpted glory Frozen in time for all man to see The miracle of the chisel and hammer Stand here forever in The City of Lilies (Inspired by Michelangelo's David)