GinNie Tanner Smith (1948 / Seymor, Indiana)

Mine
Gin-Nie Tanner Smith
August 15th,2006

Through the glass gazing, I saw the love of a woman and man,
A brave of dark eyes with his beloved, as behind her did stand;
Strong arms embracing round her shoulders fairest,
As she tenderly molded her body to his loving caress;
Through the glass gazing, his voice did find my heart,
Mine, she is mine, his soul did impart.

Through the glass gazing, I saw the love of a woman and man,
Reflection now revealing a fair eyed man, as behind her did stand;
Strong arms embracing round his beloved shoulders fairest,
As she tenderly molded her body to his loving caress;
Through the glass refection his voice touched my heart,
Mine, she is mine, his soul did impart.

Through the glass he is gazing, to the love of a woman and man,
Years have passed since behind his lost love, he did stand;
Longing arms now empty from her tender caress,
Only the painting remains as a memory to attest;
Through the glass gazing at a woman and man,
No reflection, without his love, alone he does stand.