ObjectThe glass in front, a smoothened face

To my friend in the window, Jane.

The glass in front, a smoothened face
Skin as white as snow
Never moving, subtle grace
An unknown hidden glow

Often watched but never seen
The life she holds inside
Silent features, pearl-like sheen
In whom many do confide

Exemplar of the elegance
Object in desire
Unburdened with all man's events
Of many worldly dire

Carrier of future wares
A display of a soul
Gladly holding all the stares
To make somebody whole