A Perspective on Galatea

Within an instant,
I was spellbound.
My eyes will dry out long before
I blink and open them again,
Or I risk it all being a dream.
I will brand her smile into my brain. 
My heart fluttered,
My ideal surrendered;
Before me was a woman
Who far surpassed what my mind could conceive.
How arrogant could a man be?
Galatea was not sculpted by Pygmalion.
Before she was myth,
She was his muse.
No woman so divine could ever be conjured by man. 

-k.r.r.