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Why don't you decide the meaning for yourself? Of course, if it is indecipherably bad, I will try explaining it, but first I would want my readers to find out the meaning for themselves. Just one thing, if you don't know who Daphne and Galatea are, I suggest you google them first. It is essential that you know graeco-roman mythology when read this. [163 words]
TITLE KEYWORD
Romance
AUTHOR
ClioTheMuseOfHistoryD
Galatea In Love ClioTheMuseOfHistoryD
There I was, an unfeeling Galatea,
Standing atop a pedestal of pride
My limbs were of cold marble,
And a pitiless artistry in my stride�
None can claim I was unhappy�
For I knew not happiness at all.
I felt fulfilled in my own eyes
For they could not see,
From their stony lines�
But then came a god
Blinding everything,
Then came, my Apollo�
He charmed me�
He gave me a heart�
My stony limbs,
So numb, so tart
They warmed up as he lit a fire
Of passion and verve within them
He fashioned a tune,
Of life from his lyre�.
And put it into my voice
But by then, unbeknownst to him,
And myself�.
I had morphed into another damsel�
Not Galatea anymore,
For how could I be so without my Pygmalion?
I had turned into Daphne�
An irony�
That the first person who gave life
Became the man I wished to flee
Was it Cupid�s idea, or the woman herself?
The myth gets blurred�
Was it my hesitancy and fears?
That finally drove us apart?
Ah, well�
What has happened has happened.
I am again a lifeless figure�
Waiting for my Pygmalion
For ever more�.
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