The Statue

Would that I could be like you statue of marble cream a chisled direction rivaling perfection from some nameless artisan's dream. People come to see your beauty they smile and walk away Never to get close enough to touch you never too long to stay You feel not the darkness nor rainfall cold and wet never knowing heartache of which you cannot forget. A tear will never fall from your eyes nor a sob escape your breast you'll never hear a lovers goodbye or have a spirit at unrest