She graces the canvas with a mystic smile,
An enigmatic beauty that captivates the eye,
Her presence, a riddle, a puzzle to unravel,
In every stroke, secrets concealed lie.
Her eyes, like windows to a secret world,
Hold stories untold, mysteries yet unfurled,
A Mona Lisa, they call her, this masterpiece divine,
A woman of intrigue, her secrets intertwined.
In subtle hues, her skin comes alive,
A delicate dance of light, her contours strive,
With shadows and whispers, she beckons me near,
To delve into her depths, to conquer my fear.
Her lips, painted serenely, hold a hidden plea,
An invitation to decipher, to set her spirit free,
Do they speak of longing, of love, or of sorrow?
Or are they merely a reflection of the morrow?
Her flowing locks, cascading like a river of night,
Frame a face that bewitches, that ignites,
Behind that gaze, a universe unfolds,
A tapestry of emotions, stories untold.
What thoughts lie behind that enigmatic smile?
Does she guard secrets that span a thousand miles?
Was she a muse, a lover, or a figment of a dream?
Or a creation of an artist's fantastical scheme?
Her presence lingers, haunting and serene,
A silent observer of the worlds she has seen,
In every brushstroke, a piece of her soul,
A timeless beauty, forever to behold.
My enigmatic Gioconda, a puzzle to untwine,
A canvas of complexities, a masterpiece divine,
In your depths, I find solace and delight,
Lost in the enigma, forever in your light.