Mona
The famous portrait of Mona Lisa
globally known like Mother Thersa
Her pose so perfect, not a hair out of place,
a hint of a smile I see on her face
A touch of cleavage painted for view,
as if she’s been painted to draw me to you
White porcelain skin,
fingers strong yet thin,
a busty women not big nor petite
Her arms lay cross on the arm of her seat
Da Vinci’s chose of a model
questionable so bland
drew global attention to far away lands
Her wardrobe so dark, draped to perfection
Each stroke by Da Vinci
brought out her complexion
A background of beauty to
compliment one’s star
Fills holes with color which hide all scars
Sits a model in peace with herself and others
Painted by a painter, a friend perhaps her lover
A portrait of beauty painted deep from within
An everlasting look from beneath ones skin
If I close my eyes I see centuries of Mona
Museums may share but not one will own her
Leonardo shared Mona
through his talent in a portrait
Mona Lisa lives on in our hearts
without forfiet
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