Mona Lisa

mona lisa

Her lips wore no rosy lace
Eyes played no tricks
The merchant wished happiness For the mother of his son,
The artist drew the portrait A mad lover dug a grave in vain Smiles and tears , meant for burial 
Not  love 
An enigma disseminated from her sight Efflorescence was in her bosom A perpetual ecstasy was born  
Fascinating the universe Mona Lisa smiled

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