by Brenda M Weber
Behind kaleidoscopic eyes
theres no mystery there that lies
Shes the one to see it all
from her position on a wall
We look for something in her smile
We stand to study her awhile
Her face of beauty that we seek
What would she say if she could speak?
Is her beauty oh so rare?
Was Mona just a maiden fair?
Is she a mirror image of me?
Is that what Im supposed to see?
Monas portrait on the wall
A combination of us all
Theres a touch of someone there
in the beauty of her hair
That hint of prism in her eyes
makes her appear to be so wise
The playful curvature of her lip
On her cheeks can dance a quip
Shes a beauty this Mona Lisa
but so is the Leaning Tower of Pisa
What is the mystery there that lies?
Behind kaleidoscopic eyes. . .