Mona Lisa

by LadyLk   Oct 23, 2013


It is know for its mystery.
It is almost magic.
It is of different world.
A whole new feeling.
You can imagine thousands of things that may be going through her mind.. Simply by looking at her face and staring into her eyes.
You wonder..
You wonder if you are part of her thoughts.
We always want to decipher the unknown.
Instead of letting it be.
It remains,

However,

An enigma sealed with strokes of colour on a naked canvas.
Like an unopened book
An unread letter
An effect lacking cause
A murder with no motive
A death without reason
Words sans meaning

Yet
Its value is..
Worth a thousand words
Just
One picture
One painting
One person
One portrait
One smile
Mona Lisa

And the only other person she is connected to,
Is her creator..
The one who saw her
In all her glory
Her beauty
Her truth
Her love
He saw, only her
He pictured her
He recreated her
He gave her,
This world famous, most-wanted, illuminating, unforgettable smile.
He, who is, Leonardo Da Vinci
And
Their secret will eternally remain
LoCked,
ConceaLed,
And
Theirs!!

Lakeisha Roberts
October 23RD,2013

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