Galatea

Gods, your eyes are full of life
What a wondrous design of the mind
Gods, your hair is feathered fine
Ivory turned gold in the light

What have I done to my own heart
Made myself long for marble art
How do I find a smile
For my wife is stuck in lime

Galatea, give me a sign
Can I put your lips to mine?
Gods above, hear my cries
Make this stone mortal and mine!

Grey slate marble, your lips are white
As I touch you, before my very eyes
You birth from cold stone into heated life
You are my heart's one true desire

What I have done to my own heart
Made my love become living art
The way that you give me a smile
I think that I might go wild

Galatea, give me a sign
Can I put your lips to mine?
Aphrodite, you heard my cries
Made her mortal and mine



Credits
Writer(s): Pluto Dolohov
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