Even the most intricately crafted marble statue
depicting a goddess of some kind
worshipped and loved by all
will eventually fall
facing time's sharp teeth
withered by the elements
crumble to dust.
The same happens to love.
Time bites into it with ravenous hunger
rendered helpless by the day-to-day
tears asunder, and in bursts of flame
reduced to ashes.
And yet, the sculptures continue to sculpt
the marble glistening beautifuly in the sun.
And the lovers, forever will continue to love
hearts beating as one, burning brightly
taking special care
knowing time lurks around.
The sculpture will break
and so will the heart
but it matters not
to the Artisans of Love.