A simple girl is
sitting in Louvre.
Full of life
in her eyes.
Flowing curves in
her hair. Her
right hand resting
on her left.
In one single
glance. ..
Ah! Poetic monument!
An art that
is daily
sung about.
Oh! Mona Lisa!
You don't age
at all!
Why everyone
for you
does fall?
I can't let go!
Let me steal
your eyebrows,
or just the
whole art
in you!
I don't want
to give back
your glow.
My hand in
you clings,
but ow!
You never
know!
A/N: Interpretations are highly appreciated. I just want to know what you think while reading this. Thank you.
