Wednesday, March 16, 2011

The Lady in the Portrait

A beautiful work of art
She pose engraced
Like all life’s aches
Are hemmed within

Though only a pose,
She smiles naturally, always;
Gracefully preserved
On a piece of canvass for time
She teaches me how to smile
Every morning;
How to sleep every night

Why do I gaze upon her?
I hardly can tell
But I have never seen her frown,
She’ll never break my heart
For she is just the way
Someone saw the world;
Just the way I’d love it to be.

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