Furniture can not love

Everyday I watch you place a smile on your face,
That showed no happiness but so full of grace.
You would always look out the window,
Pondering,
as the rain pounds against the glass in rows.
Staring at the roses outside,
Their soft petals reflecting in your beautiful,bright eyes.
Your words come out like a melody,
Dancing in my head very gracefully.
The hand you reached out to me that knows kindness,
reached out into my once frozen heart
Your smile is what I look forward to everyday,
Even if I look at it from a distance.
However,
I can never fall in love.
For I am only furniture.

Author's Note

I tried keeping a proper format for the poem but my head loves to rebel, so plenty of mistakes everywhere.