The Girl Looks Like A Picture.

I see her sitting all alone

she is a bag of bone

sullen and solemn she is

know not from where she is

 

She sits there for a long time

I could hear the church bells chime

motionless she is like a statue

perplexing she is to view.

 

She looks like a picture beautiful

her features drawn like and wonderful

there I could see a sadness writ in all

perhaps she had escaped a fall.

 

By fall, I mean, anything not literally

could be one of a turmoil psychologically

the painting as she resembles unassumingly

would blow up the hearts of men intimately.