The Hateful, Loveless Artist "These hands of mine are of an artist, worn and chapped with care... I sculpt the world as seen through eyes... which sift through the despair, of a world I hate you see... due to my love of art's beauty, there's not a woman for me. Not a woman with half the grace, of anything in nature.. For unlike the beauty of the trees, women are awful creatures! Unsightly curves and ratted hair, which hangs in unkempt form.. Cause me no lust within my heart, and so I am to scorn, and scowl at creatures men may love, but I, Pygmalion LOATH! My art is sent from up above and THAT is my betrothed! Oh I will show them all one day, when my great sculpture proves, to be beauty with a stone-like face, adorned with perfect grooves! And she will serve me far beyond, the likes of any woman, for she will stand with patience, no words she speaks to ruin... The Love Struck Artist "Oh help me! I am speechless, by this work of art complete! I have fallen deep in lustful love! I've gone head over feet! I kiss her lips of precious stone, but only coolness melts, my tender heart that was so fierce, and now longs for the feeling, of love and warmth that I've not known, but in a way I'm stealing, from the hand of she who cannot move, or speak or think or breathe. Oh Venus, on your day of feast, a wish I'm madly making. Grant me a woman like the stone, to whom love I am faking. And I shall never ask again, nor curse the form of they, who hold the precious form of which, I've grown to love this day!" The Artist meets his Art "A kiss I plant upon thy lips, and warm you feel to me. Could it be that it is she, whom Venus sent to be, the lady to end my misery? Oh precious softness of thy skin, softens thy embrace! Your hair is flowing like the wind, and framing your dear face! Oh lovely lady of my heart, and carved from my own soul. The reason now it seems so clear, why love I haven't known. I was waiting just for you my dear, and now my love has flown! Like seagulls float upon the shore, or fishes swim the seas, So swiftly moves my love for thee! Galatea shall be your pretty name, to match your pretty face... The sparkle in your eye tells me, with love you will replace, the void I have felt for years, inside my own prison, created by my own bull's head, and my great indecision! For never again shall I doubt that love, can flow from secret places... And never again shall I scorn the forms, of those with lesser graces... For I am rich in happiness, and from this moment on, I'll love you Galatea, 'til the morning has no dawn!"
Reason for writing:
I actually wrote this poem for a class. It is written in form
of the thoughts of Pygmalion, a character in Greek mythology
who was a sculptor and a woman hater. Nonetheless, he creates a
statue of a beautiful woman, and falls in love with her. As
you can see from the poem, Venus grants his wish and brings
her to life..such a great story!
Birth sign: Aries
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