David and Mona

David? A bachelor? Why, when Mona Lisa is not taken? Is he not drawn by her amazing beauty, and the innocence in her eyes? Her closed lips silent, never to lie. Is he among those who laud her creator? Tell me David, are you that guy, Who love searches for in her childlike eyes? Did you vow celibacy If not her touch? Did she ever whisper: “I love you so much?” Why then David naked you stand, exposing life’s small measures. Tell me Mona, did he cause nature's electric surge, or did he hurt is cause? His posture tells his every word, more than his lips ever did. David, my son, you are aging. Get your act together.