Silent portrait looking down from the wall,
Such wondrous beauty piercing through my soul;
Deep into my heart those brilliant eyes call;
Just one glance to you and my dreams she stole:
If only painted canvas came alive,
Visage so real, her frame I long to hold;
That I might begin a love that would thrive;
A romance precious as all the world's gold:
How I curse the cruel fate of these dreams--
What pain is it to know this is not real;
Beauty's reality not what it seems,
Never her warm, gentle touch will I feel:
Though I search for love, I have come to see
This is as close as we will ever be...
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