I walked into a room full of people,
People gazing and people talking.
A work of brilliance yet so simple,
Your face I saw, on a wall so silently hanging.
Never during my walks on Chamberlain,
Have I ever seen a face so enrapturing
Never in my lustful endeavours laid,
My sight on someone as desirable as yours.
A timeless longing in your eyes,
A paleness over your face, for having been lost in time.
A glimmering sparkle of hope in those eyes,
A gloominess around you, for immortality is seldom divine
i stand there enamoured by your handsome face,
Forevermore do I wish to hold you close.
People walk ahead, I still stand gazing at your grace,
If only you could see me standing in repose
A longing that I never really felt,
For something so inanimate and unreal.
An indescribable need to whisper into ears,
An unnerving urge to hold your hand
I know not your name, your reality or your past,
If only I could travel back to the place you were last.
I would watch you close, and talk to you,
And tell you all that which never really mattered at all.
The crowd push and move ahead,
I think I saw a tear that you shed.
If only I could be next to you and wipe it clear,
From behind the glass tinted frame that stands here.
But now I wish I wouldn’t travel back to you,
Maybe your reality might not be just as true.
Maybe you would have just been, someone’s fragment of imagination,
Maybe my own symbol of frenzied adoration.
I would just want to stand here, behind these glass tinted frame,
In awe of your unattainable beauty.
An image for my memory, the beauty from across the hall,
For when I have a broken heart, I’ll always have you, my woman on the wall.