A tale of mythical creation <br />__tells of Galatea, with great beauty, <br />__chiseled from ivory by Pygmalion, <br />__given breath of life by Aphrodite. <br />Never did I profess the least notion <br />__that you can be less beautiful than she, <br />__you were made by God, not by Pygmalion, <br />__not from cold ivory but from warm clay. <br />No offense, but you might have turned stone, <br />__for you did not evince sympathy <br />__to my offer of love and devotion, <br />__and left me to suffer in penury. <br />And so I asked God in an orison <br />__to wake you up from taciturnity, <br />__so with His true infinite compassion, <br />__He molded you anew with love for me.<br /><br />Ferdinand L Quintos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anna-acrostic-poem/
