Love Poem – The Sculptor’s Lover
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The morning dawns, the rooster crows,
The grasses fresh with dew,
From slumber then the sculptor rose,
To start a day anew.
His fame had reached him far and wide,
But left him all alone,
From all the lovely countryside,
He chose to love the stone.
The Eastern sky was red in hue,
A Smiling Sun appeared,
“O Sculptor Great! I pity you!
For this is what I feared!”
“Though basking in your joy and pride,
I watch it from above,
How all your grit has failed to hide,
That you have none to love!”
“That you have none to share a smile,
Or wipe away the tears,
And none to hug, just once a while,
And confide all your fears.”
The sculptor laughed aloud, and said,
“You speak so true, O Sun!
Before the sky, again is red,
I’ll sculpture myself one!”
The Sun was most amused! He said,
“We’ll see the Girl in Stones!
We’ll see the life she has, and then,
The life of Girl in Bones!”
The Sculptor set his tools around,
And lost himself away,
To seek in stone, his love profound,
Like stars in brightest day!
So as the chisel etched its course,
He found his lover near,
At dusk, he knelt, and whispered hoarse,
“You’re welcome home, my dear!”
Thus in his hut, he sat at night,
Enchanted by her eyes;
The wine, the breeze, the candle-light,
Beneath the starry skies.
“Concealing pain wouldn’t be wise!”
He whispered in her ears,
And picked a nail, beneath her eyes,
He etched few dripping tears.
So as he slept, she lay aside,
In tears as still as stone,
The groom thus groomed his slave, his bride,
For she was his to own!
The morning dawns, the rooster crows,
The grasses fresh with dew,
From slumber then the sculptor rose,
To start a day anew.
He frowned and slowly shook his head,
“You’re not the one I had!”
He stashed her down, beneath his bed,
Above, the sun was sad.
The shattered stone, her soul, was meant,
To rise when he preferred,
Be cast away when she was spent,
Without as much a word.
“Oh! What a shame it is to see,
The fate of Girl in Stones,
Is all alike, from neck to knee,
The fate of Girl in Bones.
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