Divine Michaelangelo, a name the whole world knows. Dear genius of the arts a captor of young hearts. I hear the world has handed you roses and praises for what you drew, and no one knows more about your greatness no one else but you, but I love you. I love you...
I'll give you my heart, Michaelangelo what will you make out of it? Could you create something splendid as you have done with David?
And you did.
A work of the great, chiseled a masterpiece, but I can't deny the pain. My love was yours but you didn't want it in exchange. You were blinded by pride's game.
But when the universe asked for its prize and took away the great man's sight, you lost it all, and we watched you fall. But I helped you up, and stayed with you despite it all.