The fiery frolic of Venus's omen
Released the embers from Pygmalion's heart,
Crackling against the statue's abdomen
Till her ivory lips broke apart.
When Pygmalion kissed his snowy bride,
A kiss of crimson and rose desire,
His lips were met with a blush of life,
Till her eyes, once dryly open,
With no choir,
Shared a dancing gaze onto his touch.
Beautiful summation of one of my favorite Greek myths. A perfect 10 in my estimation! Thank you!
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The play of color heart, of the red and white - passion and innocence - is stunningly summed up by the union of both in Love. True art. I admired this very much.