pedestal

I built a pedestal and you stood on it.  I was a lost soul wandering around alone in a big museum.  Then my eyes came upon you, my David.  I waited for that raw and chiseled stone to come to life, to meet me.  It didn't.  I had to destroy that pedestal.  Now here I am, still lingering in this cold museum, contemplating art and beauty.  Yet, I'm really waiting for soft lips to whisper into my ear and say, "You're the best piece of work in here," and then a warm hand to gently pull me out of these trodden halls.