11 September 2012
The price you pay as a sculptor's nude
In essence you are very old
Your touch will leave sensations cold
Rough hewn rock to womans form
You make cold hearts forever warm
Lady Grey, so statuesque
Your beauty could be arabesque
I wonder who you were in life
Who so inspired the sculptors knife
There are many other Lady Greys
But you'll remain 'til end of days
My marble muse in many ways
Excuse me as I sit, and gaze...
Lady Grey • Opuss № I