Golden Frame

In the soft candlelight The painting seemed to say, Come look at me more closely Let your eyes upon me lay. She knew at once the heart shaped face In this painting trimmed with gold, The eyes they held a secret, A story yet untold. The closer she came to the painting She noticed the pale white skin, The arching of the eyebrows, The lips so very thin. The eyes they seemed to stare at her The lips they tried to speak, Cold chills embraced her body Her legs had grown weak. The artist name she didn't know But the ancient date was clear, She starred inside the golden frame Like she was looking in a mirror. Lynn (Hanna) Barany.