Beautiful Art


To mind comes

The image of a statue

Woman on a pedestal

Perfect and true


As I look upon her

I see what I believed

The sculpture must have seen

When this woman was conceived


Flawless body soft skin

Every angle and curve perfect

Permanently pristine in every way

And upon her I do reflect


She’s the woman of your dreams

Every mans desire

The gaze of her stony eyes

Sets the coldest heart to fire


Still she sits without a move

She’s not human, that’s plain to see

Yet she sits on the pedestal

It’s easy to believe it’s not me



Written on

May 22, 2007

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one because at the time, Paul was seeming to seek perfection from me. Now I know otherwise but at the time I really did think so.

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