O, Beloved,Step Out of the Frame

Step out of the frame, my love,

Grace me with your light from above.

Your picture whispers, silent yet true,

But my heart aches for the real you.

Eyes that gleam, so soft, so bright,

Why hide away from my eager sight?

Let the canvas rest, let it fade,

Come to life, where dreams are made.

The painted smile, it cannot compare,

To the warmth of your touch, so rare.

This longing burns, it knows no rest,

Your presence alone would soothe my chest.

From the stillness of art, take flight,

Step into my world, bathed in light.

Oh, beloved, break the spell divine,

Let your essence forever entwine.

A portrait’s beauty is frozen in time,

But love’s melody demands a rhyme.

So step out of the frame, appear to me,

My heart’s one wish—your reality.