Pygmalion was a sculptor,
whose art was his only love.
He crafted a maiden from ivory,
and prayed to the gods above.
Galatea was her name,
and he longed for her to live,
so he begged Aphrodite
to give his creation the gift.
The goddess was moved
by Pygmalion's devotion so true,
so she granted his wish,
and the ivory statue turned into a woman anew.
Pygmalion was overjoyed,
to have his love come alive,
and he cherished Galatea
like a precious gift to thrive.
But life was not easy
for a woman made of stone,
as she struggled to adapt
to a world that was unknown.
With Pygmalion by her side,
Galatea learned to love and feel,
and she blossomed into a woman
with a heart that was real.
Their love was pure and true,
a miracle born from art,
and Pygmalion and Galatea
will forever be in each other's heart.
Like a sculptor with his chisel,
this tale is woven and told,
of a love that transcends time
and an artist's creation that prevailed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem