In the Painting

In the painting, a man screamed

A man who loved, a man who dreamed

In the painting, he cared for her

He worshiped her, he loved her

In the painting, he waited days

Just so he could see her face

In the painting, she looked at him

She didn't know he watched with whim

In the painting, the sun shown light

In the day and in the night

In the painting, he smiled wide

Even though he each night cried

In the painting, he saw no more

Then the people passing, his heart was torn

In the painting, he waited years

Until finally the girl disappeared

In the painting, he had cried

Knowing that the girl had died

But in this painting, the man would stay

Every night and every day