Mona Lisa
Her smile as warm
as a summer’s day,
fresh and lovely as
the month of May
Her eyes truly speak
to your very soul
yet her lips, though they smile sweetly,
leave the story untold
And as she sat for her artist’s hand,
I wonder what she was thinking then?
Did she even want to be there, looking for all the world as if she didn’t even have a care…
Were they pure thoughts, merriment,
candor, even sin?
Oh, Mona Lisa, sweet Mona Lisa,
the world knows you
and when we see that “little smile”
it makes us want to smile too
Lynn West
2008
About Me
- MoonAngel
- I love writing poetry and certainly hope that you will enjoy my words. Whether they inspire, motivate or touch your heart, I hope that you can relate to these writings and find your own poetry within. I enjoy life and making people feel good about themselves. I practice Yoga, Reiki and believe light work and positive reinforcement is the best thing you can do for others. I have much to learn in life and believe that if we aren't learning, we aren't growing, and in fact, we aren't living... Contact me at moonangel0404@gmail.com if you'd like to know more or have questions.
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