beauty and the face

A beautiful painting belongs
to an artist only
though endless audience yearns for it.
Face spells beauty,
the eyes, the nose, the lips,
so captivating.
Never believed that a face
could withstand such allure.
Soaked in attention but eyes
long for something, someone faraway.
Sad lips, heavy shattered heart.
Every move cuts with pain.
Thousands would kill for the beauty's grace,
yet it only longs to kiss the special one.
Image stucked heart loning.
Moving on, its just a painting.

(free verse #2'2011)