Mona Lisa
A subtle grin, as if she'd been crying for a while, then pauses long enough
just to pose & break a smile. She appears to be quite soft & meek
on the other hand, she appears to have a bitter streak,
A portrayal of innocent lies
With intoxicating beauty, you get lost in her eyes,
lost in her smile.
when you sit in her veiw, she make you think, " what did she do"
A model of renaissance times, whose beauty is of ones mind.
To sit with her, put your self in her shoes,
put your self In her time,
Too see what Leonardo saw, to live as he did.
take her in, taste her beauty, absorb her like great wine,
lose your self for a moment drift away back in time, to a place
where you'll see in Mona Lisa' face,
what Leonardo saw.
You can find her beauty, feel her eyes, understand her smile.
but if you look real close you'll find the answer you seek,
You'll see what Leonardo did see.
David Caldera
03/028/08
Copyright © David Caldera | Year Posted 2008
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