I keep chipping away at the stone
Working my fingers right down to the bone
And although its proudly displayed at the front of my home
I'm not entirely happy with the piece as a whole
Seems there's always imperfections to chisel away
But I've gotta be careful that I don't erase
Any indication that she ever possessed a face
There's just too many intricacies to appreciate
So I'll pack my tools
In the darkest corners of my room
And should she catch the eye
of some art collector passing by
no price would be discussed
only the requisite that he must
do his best to bend his tastes around her charms

Not done at all...