The Perfect Mona Lisa

Far away stood a very fine portrait
Aah ! I said. It was worth the wait.

I look at the mathematical preciseness
The perfect slope on the plain dress

I was awed by the perfect angles,
A perfection devoid of tangles

Years later, I came back to the lady
The smile made me forget perfection
Her eyes never left mine, I sensed a loneliness
The lonely companion who encourages you while you climb the never-ending

Stairs to Perfection.

 

 

 

 

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