Portrait Poem by Jamie Kovey

I look at a portrait of a lady
A woman with a happy smile
And I don't know why in this drawing
She looks different. For a while
I thought I heard her voice in distance
And I could smell her sweet perfume
But when I turned to see her face, then
I realised that there's no use.
I know that I can't turn back time
When she lost all of her control
I know that I can't bring to live
A person that's forever gone...
And still her portrait`s in my room
That`s drawn by me in black and white.
I wonder still why it feels so different...
Because she never used to smile.