When Alone, Love a Stone
I have to admit, I was perusing Broken Wings page and saw what she had written for a contest about Michelangelo vs De Vinci. I was taken by the photos she posted, and inspired to write this ditty. Thank you for reading
David looking insecure
He stands there, cast in stone
At that Chantress Mona Lisa,
On the canvass all alone
He wishes he was like her
Formed by brush in ash and oil
Labored on with timeless sweat
And nights of endless toil
He sees the color of her hair
And dreams, it were his own
The richness of each brush stroke
Blended hues with softer tones
She sees him standing there
Silky white, white as bone
His muscles shapely tight
With a stare, as still as stone
His coldness, lack of color
Does not make Her turn in fear
But kindles a desire,
To have cool white marble near
She likes the man she sees
Young and strong, there's no denial
With one muscle under cut
It's no wonder that she smiles
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