It's a gargoyle, something beastly at least. But, "I can't seem to make you mine" -- why pick those words, as what the beast would think? How would a gargoyle consider love, and how would that gargoyle bring about someone's love? They would have to transform them into stone, or at least something unmoving, permanent. "I can't make you" = you are what you are, and cannot be transformed into what I am. At this point, go one level deeper and the gargoyle isn't a statue at all. It's a person, a human being, who is rooted not in a permanent garden, but in their personality, or in their place, or in their condition. And they long for someone else who can't be transformed. The analogy remains. That's poetry.
It's a gargoyle, something beastly at least. But, "I can't seem to make you mine" -- why pick those words, as what the beast would think? How would a gargoyle consider love, and how would that gargoyle bring about someone's love? They would have to transform them into stone, or at least something unmoving, permanent. "I can't make you" = you are what you are, and cannot be transformed into what I am. At this point, go one level deeper and the gargoyle isn't a statue at all. It's a person, a human being, who is rooted not in a permanent garden, but in their personality, or in their place, or in their condition. And they long for someone else who can't be transformed. The analogy remains. That's poetry.