The Love that Cannot be

In our garden stands a statue of marble

That faces a fountain of gold.

Our garden where birds come to warble

As they did in the days of old.

The statue has a bright white secret

That she wishes she could reveal.

If she could, she'd surely speak of it

And her pain would instantly heal.

The secret has been for thousands of years

And has been lived by most people sometime.

When gone unreturned it results in tears,

And for some in a final sunshine.

But alas the marble refuses to give in

Though she tries and tries everyday

To tell him how she loves him

And will forever come what may.

All they can do for now

Is sit staring at one another

Wondering when and how

He can finally become her lover.

Amanda