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.         Continue reading The Perfect Mona Lisa