Grow, Galatea! The one who carves loves you.
Though he, with tender, tough skill, hews,
He cannot escape the tears of the test
As he works and wonders at what is best:
To love and potentially lose what he makes,
Or withdraw and let Father deem to forge or break?
The costly choice! To empower the gift to refuse,
To stoke the flame of the divine gift to choose.
You are worth the catalyst of a faithful heart,
Poured out for your shattered breast to restart.
When you claim fateful prize as you rise from Gaia,
Know you were loved as you grew, Galatea.
Across Rifts and Reams 