He makes her appear in gold.
Forces metal to conform
to the wave of her hair,
curve of her scarf,
line of her dress.
Only gold can convey
the glint in her eyes,
sheen of her curls,
glisten of her flesh.
Only gold contains enough value
to immortalize her.

Her pedestal is pure ivory,
polished to marble glow.
Gold flesh, ivory bone
He watches her every day,
    no longer afraid she'll run away.
Eternity his to give
and her tears make
the best polish for gold.