The Mute Lover

It is her face,

I wake up to everyday,

Probably she would say the same.

She is the last person I see,

Before I go to sleep,

Same would hold for her.

I had a good day,

I expect her to smile with me

But she wouldn’t,

Her expression as frozen as ever.

I had a bad day,

Would she hug me,

Or console me with soft words?

She wouldn’t even inch a little bit.

I missed her all day,

I tell her so,

She doesn’t even care to respond.

I hold back no more,

And confess, I love her,

She doesn’t even blink in acknowledgement.

She just stays the same

And stares back,

Frozen in her expression,

Mute in her responses.

Though she stands a pure display of love,

But would not say so,

Stays indifferent and impassive to my moves,

And apathetic to my emotions.

Alas, what more can I expect,

From just A Picture of Her.