Day 264 - The Picture

Buried not so deep, in the back of my mind,
I see a picture,
It's vibrant, filled with deep greens and blues.
There are clouds rolling by,
An Autumn day, no leaves on the tress.
The slightest hint of sun pokes through,
A canvas of sky hugging the hillside.
A dark haired girl stands alone,
Her petite frame and cinnamon skin,
They draw my attention in.
I look deep in her eyes,
And my inquisitive nature kicks in,
Are tears about to be shed?
Will they be happy or sad?
As I stare longingly in to her despair,
She appears to be waiting,
Maybe for a long lost love,
A man she gave her whole heart to,
But has yet to receive his in return.
Perhaps the love of her life,
He just passed away,
Leaving behind heartbreak,
As she stands by his grave.
Then I notice a hint of a smile,
The slight upturn of her red lips,
She is in a moment of pure happiness and bliss.
I am sure now,
Her man is just outside the frame,
Painted outside the lines,
He's down on his knees,
Asking for her hand in forever,
And that would surely make any girl cry.