She hangs there day and night,
Everyone sees her as the light
Immobile, still but real.
Beauty to people, she appeals.
Different from others, never the same
She has her soul and her frame
Eternal heart which never fades
and she forever live through decades.
Mixture of feelings on her face
No colors in world can replace
Dearing, painful, loving or caring
All was shown, through each brush of daring.
But once again, she’s just a picture
Though some sees her more than structures
Immobile, yet still but real
The painting of life, she appeal.