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Galatea
Beauty is a myth for me.
But when I look into your eyes,
I feel there might be a trace of truth
Behind all myths;
A true beauty that is pure,
Like diamonds of your eyes.
So Believe in Myth and love me.
Love!
I don`t know what that is!
But when I touch your lips,
I feel a rush of happiness
Crawls through my spine,
A bizarre yet enticing sensation
That is so divine.
That `s called Love;
It came from Heaven.
That`s all I want from you.
I don`t know how to love more.
I don’t want to….
But your face haunts all my imagination.
Your touch heals my sorrow, all my pain.
Your presence liberates me from dark isolation.
O my beloved Galatea!
I wish I were an angel.
I wish I could bring you
Red wine and roses;
I wish I could make you feel
Their taste or fragrance.
But I am neither God nor an angel.
I am just another life, driven by melancholy.
I am your Imagination,
I am the only definition of beauty
In your sensation.
O my Beloved!
I too have been loving you
Since my dawn kissed the first sun.
And you should know that
A soul of lover is a soul of beauty,
A soul with beauty is a soul of eternity;
A soul of eternity, is a soul of God.
By Khorshed
This Commercial and my poem are inspired by the Mythological love story.
This commercial is similar to a Mythological love story .
Pygmalion, the mythical king of Cyprus, had many problems when dating
women. He always seemed to accept dates from the wrong women. Some were rude,
others were selfish; he was revolted by the faults nature had placed in these women. It
left him feeling very depressed. He eventually came to despise the female gender so
much that he decided he would never marry any maiden. For comfort and solace, he
turned to the arts, finding his talent in sculpture. Using exquisite skills, he carved a
statute out of ivory that was so resplendent and delicate no maiden could compare with
its beauty. This statute was the perfect resemblance of a living maiden. Pygmalion fell
in love with his creation and often laid his had upon the ivory statute as if to reassure
himself it was not living. He named the ivory maiden Galatea and adorned her lovely
figure with women’s robes and placed rings on her fingers and jewels about her neck.
At the festival of Aphrodite, which was celebrated with great relish throughout all
of Cyprus, lonely Pygmalion lamented his situation. When the time came for him to play
his part in the processional, Pygmalion stood by the altar and humbly prayed: “If you
gods can give all things, may I have as my wife, I pray…” he did not dare say “the ivory
maiden” but instead said: “one like the ivory maiden.” Aphrodite, who also attended the
festival, heard his plea and she also knew of the thought he had wanted to utter. Showing
her favor, she caused the altar’s flame to flare up three times, shooting a long flame of
fire into the still air.