Pure against the blue
70,ooo tons resting from the start
waiting to have it moved.
1/4 of a mile across and seemed
to be placed randomly.
In my frail mind I move it
the illusion that with love
it will change.
It will rise to be with me.
Ahhhhh…it’s beauty lies
as at it has..for years and years..
and to think…I could make it better!
With my simple idea of emotion.
I can love her…but change her?