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Mona Lisa
Brenda M. Weber
Behind kaleidoscopic eyes
There’s no mystery there that lies.
She’s the one to see it all
From her position on the wall.
We look for something in her smile,
We stand to study her a while,
Her face of beauty that we seek.
What would she say if she could speak?
Is her beauty, oh, so rare?
Was Mona Lisa just a maiden fair?
Is she a mirror image of me?
Is that what I’m supposed to see?
Mona’s portrait on the wall –
A combination of us all.
There’s a touch of someone there
In the beauty of her hair.
That hint of prison in her eyes
Makes her appear to be so wise.
The playful curvature of her lip
On her cheeks can dance a quip.
She’s a beauty this Mona Lisa
But so is the leaning Tower of Pisa.
What is the mystery there that lies
Behind kaleidoscopic eyes?
