The Perfect Statue

The Perfect Statue...

They said my face was blemished, my visage turned into a stone. They said my chest was too small, my heart turned into a stone.

They went on and said more and more. More and more of me stopped living.

Seasons changed and Constellations faded yet I stood still, with no life and no light. One windy evening a young girl passed by. She took a few steps forward but turned back and tugged her mother's hand. 

She pointed at the dead rock and asked, "Is she Aphrodite". Her mother blinked back tears and smiled. "Yes", she whispered.

But unlike the mother the statue didn't hold back its tears, for it was finally perefct...