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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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