Poem

If your gaze could transform me to stone. I'd stand steadfast, unyielding, alone. For in that moment, frozen in time. I'd be ensnared in your love's sweet delight.

Your eyes, like Medusa's, holds power. But hers turn to stone with a cold, harsh hour. While yours, they ignite a fiery glow. A love that burns. A love that over grows.

I'd trade eternity in stony frame. For one glimpse of your love, one soft, warm flame. To be held captive in your tender sight. A prisoner of love, in the soft moonlight.

For what greater blessing than to be bound. Than in the moment our hearts first intertwined. To be frozen in time, in your love's sweet sound. A testament to our love, forever enshrined.

So let your eyes meet mine, let them hold. The promise of love, the stories untold. For I'd face your gaze, without fear or dread. And welcome the stone, if it meant your soul stands whole.