I never was the one to believe,
In the concept of the love,
Yet, here I am struck by this plight,
Called the love at first sight,
One might ask me, it is more normal,
Because all it takes is to find the right one,
It is where it becomes complicated,
For I have lost my heart to a lady,
Who is captured forever in a painting,
Ever since I have seen her face,
In the gallery she resides in the museum,
I realized why there is a “Muse” in the name,
Emotions overflowed whenever I see her,
Jealous of other people looking at her along with me,
Helplessness that I cannot convey my feelings to her,
Yet I frequented visiting her to share things about my day,
And one such day, I see as clear as the light,
She turning towards me blinking and winking,
That gesture made me freeze to my feet,
I then regain my senses and ask other person,
Whether they registered the miracle I just witnessed,
Their reply to my question broke my reality,
The gallery is still being filled up, they said,
I was looking at an empty frame with no painting,
As they concluded, the lady vanished from her frame,
Leaving with my heart and my mind with questions and delusions.