it was a perfect picture
framed in a window
or perhaps a masterpiece of the heavens

each morning at dawn
of sunshine
or rain
each evening at dusk
of warmth
or cold
it never fails
i would see her

a picture perfect
of her smile
of her cheeks
of the glow in her face
the joy of my life
and the wind would sing to me

i'd watch he by the window
or across the street
she never fails to ease my pain
to sweep me off my feet

though i never knew her name
i never heard her voice
a perfect picture she'll always be
and i could only watch her lovingly

not courage
nor passion
could let me go
or set me free
for i am a husband to a wife
who was once the love of my life.