Upon her visage rests a timeless grace,
With eyes that whisper secrets of the night,
A smile that dances soft upon her face,
Enigmatic, cloaked in shadows and light.
Her colors blend, a palette rich and rare,
In sfumato’s gentle, smoky embrace,
Each brushstroke tells of beauty and despair,
An artist’s love, immortal in its place.
What thoughts lie hidden in her gaze so deep?
What tales of longing dwell behind those eyes?
In painted stillness, mysteries we keep,
A world of wonder wrapped in soft sighs.
O Mona Lisa, art’s eternal muse,
In thy sweet silence, history we choose.
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