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