"Framed"

I looked at it
Looked at it with care.
Beautiful and green,
With the sun kissing its edges
And peeping through the leaves,
There was a bird
A bird casual yet rare.
And grass and children playing,
But what caught my eye
Was what no-one was saying,
In the silence
The silence of the air.
Behind the scene,
In a glimpse hid someone
And could barely be seen,
But I saw you
Saw you clear and tall.
Sitting with your face in a book,
Under the Neem tree
With that ever familiar look,
You spoke to me
Spoke about unsaid things.
Slightly blurry and far,
Yet so near
Almost in my arms,
I looked harder
Looked to see those eyes.
Eyes I loved and knew
You turned to the camera,
Curious and new
I thought
Thought of so many things.
But mostly that you're there,
In the corner of the green
And that's my share,
I stare at it
Stare with a wonder grin.
You weren't meant to be in it at all
And now I have a speck
Of you on my wall,
I love the picture
This picture I took once.
Not because it's happy,
But because it has a power, You
And You love Me.