WHAT IS LOVE FOR A STATUE

           I can see through your land
      Through your sea and your horizon
          But what I see I don’t know
          Are you a woman or a statue
        Your hair are made of loneliness
        Your eyes are made of centuries
            Your blood is made of stars
        You are so far but yet so distant
              You skirt me sometimes
Because I think that you steel my ability
            To look with my inner eyes
    But the worst is that you control me
    So much and I cant recognize myself
      Are you a spirit of love or a misery
    Yet
           I can see through your land
      Through your sea and your horizon
    But I cant understand why you left me
            Forgotten in an empty road
           Why you ignore my footsteps
          Why your chains hold me tight
            In your anything except love
               What is love for a statue
    What is love for a creature which his    
                blood is made of stars
                 the philosopher cries
   cause he can say by sure what are you
as I can see you are something between
                a woman and a statue
        you have the beauty of a woman
            and the hardness of a statue
        you are made of flesh and marble
    you are made to cause tears and fears
     to your lovers
    but how can anybody make love with a  
    statue
   how can anybody be a woman and a
   statue in the same time
           I can see through your land
      Through your sea and your horizon
           But I still wonder what I see
           What are you and what I am
                To insist loving you
              But mainly I still wonder
              What is love for a statue

              CHRISTOS HARATSARIS
                             POET
                    ATHENS-GREECE