Sculpture (Bitter Adoration)

You were a sculpture

Created by the eyes of God;

And when he gave you life,

He gave you great life!

He placed in your strong chest,

A soul to withstand all sin

And intelligence to boot.

He gave you sisters of the world,

A loving heart;

All patience but no commitment.

Like with every human,

He painted on you fear

And gave you loss straight away.

No lust was lost

When you fell into form;

God made you free of that sin;

But charm instead-

Charm offensive he laid on your shoulders:

Your cloak to make women quake.

You are from a sculpture;

I’ll praise the sculptor,

If only he’d sculpted me with you.

The End

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