A picture in my mind,
Of you begins to fade away,
Upon my thoughts and my dismay,
With just a glimpse I can portray,
That maybe some other day,
that’s not so glom and gray,
That in my mind your portrait will stay.

The rain drops fall from off my face,
Delicately as is lace,
As I leave with out a trace,
And still I can not escape,
And still I can not replace,
My portrait of your face.

And as the time goes by,
I hope that I can rely,
On meeting you in the streets,
And your picture can replete.

And then we stand so close,
And you show a single rose.
Now I can smell your sweet scent,
And I can no longer lament.
Your lips brush softly across mine,
As you are so divine.

Then, again, you disappeared,
Leaving me alone my dear,
But I only shed one tear
For now I know your embrace,
And still I see a portrait of your face.