The Statue

Wandering through a lonely wood

I found a clearing where a statue stood

Carved from stone that cannot break

Weathered every storm the gods could make

Though no smile spread across her face

She held a proud and noble grace

And in that grace I passed the day

For her beauty took my breath away

With each hour I grew more in love

Gained strength in the warmth we shared thereof

But as was fading the light of day

So too was the warmth she gave away

For the warmth she shed was not her own

But a reflection of the sun in stone

And as the dark of night set in

The stone was cold upon my skin

I held her close to warm her once more

Gave all the heat in my body's store

And when the sun came back around 

My body shivered upon the ground

I looked back to seek the statue's care

But naught could break her frozen stare

What a fool my love had made me be

That a stone could give love back to me

But were she made of flesh and bone

Perhaps she'd know a warmth her own

Or were I made of stone the same

Perhaps the cold would not bring me pain

Though together we'd be

A stone can't be free, 

So a terrible statue I'd make

And try though I might

I can't bring her to life

For she's content that a stone cannot break