I woke with just a twinge of shame <br />your face had smiled inside a frame <br />at me, your Mona Lisa eyes <br />were young and fresh and, oh so wise. <br /> <br />The picture hung in my old school <br />where years ago, I'd been the fool. <br />You had, it was so very clear <br />lured me to you, to have me near. <br /> <br />The symbol here, the word called frame <br />brought Sigmund part of his big fame. <br />My dream was wild (they're never tame) <br />it started when you breathed my name.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beamed-back/
