Roman statue By R.Krishnamurthy

You are like a Roman statue
A marvel carved out of marble
That I would like to view
Standing in a serpentine queue

You are like a portrait by Raphael
A damsel unveiled on the easel
I have removed the clock from the wall
I want to be a prisoner in the hall

You are like a poem by John Keats
Like An Ode to The Gracian Urn
Thou will always remain seventeen
With golden curls ,and hour glass curves.

You are my Belinda ,my Miranda
You are my Monalisa ,my Cleopatra 
My dream girl ,my angel with an aura
I am swooning, catching thy aroma.