If your kiss turned me to stone,
I’d be a statue standing tall in ancient Rome,
Worn by the winds of time and fate,
A sentinel of love, both fierce and sedate.
Each crack in my form, a tale of despair,
Yet through the ages, I remain standing there.

In the shadows of marble, I’ve weathered the years,
With echoes of laughter and whispers of tears.
The sands of time gather, soft as a sigh,
Yet my heart beats on, like the stars in the sky.
For every storm that has battered my grace,
I’ve felt your presence, your warm, sweet embrace.

My pedestal rises where...