What Is Love For A Statue

What Is Love For A Statue short poem

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I can see through your land
Through your sea and your horizon
But what I see I don’t know
Are you a woman or a statue
Your hair are made of loneliness
Your eyes are made of centuries
Your blood is made of stars
You are so far but yet so distant
You skirt me sometimes
Because I think that you steel my ability
To look with my inner eyes
But the worst is that you control me
So much and I cant recognize myself
Are you a spirit of love or a misery
Yet
I can see through your land
Through your sea and your horizon
But I cant understand why you left me
Forgotten in an empty road
Why you ignore my footsteps
Why your chains hold me tight
In your anything except love
What is love for a statue
What is love for a creature which his
blood is made of stars
the philosopher cries
cause he can say by sure what are you
as I can see you are something between
a woman and a statue
you have the beauty of a woman
and the hardness of a statue
you are made of flesh and marble
you are made to cause tears and fears
to your lovers
but how can anybody make love with a
statue
how can anybody be a woman and a
statue in the same time
I can see through your land
Through your sea and your horizon
But I still wonder what I see
What are you and what I am
To insist loving you
But mainly I still wonder
What is love for a statue

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