I’ve never asked you to pose before me,
But you sat in the chair, -- eyes closed,
And your body just froze before me
Like a statue of bronze.
I wasn’t daring to play the sculptor,
But to lose this moment, -- a sin!
When I heard you call to me, “hold me!”
I did not know where to begin.
While I stood, bewitched and bewildered,
Overburdened, unable to speak,
Your reflection was cast on the window,
And a raindrop appeared on your cheek.