In Louvre’s embrace, she sits with quiet grace,
A smile that teases time and draws us near,
With eyes that seem to hold a secret place,
Her gaze awakens awe, replaces fear.
The painter’s skill brings forth her mystic charm,
Each brushstroke tells a tale so soft and bright,
In shadows deep, her features weave a calm,
A perfect blend of day and gentle night.
Yet what’s her secret? Whispered thoughts abound,
Some think she laughs, while others say she weeps,
In every look, a mystery is found,
A timeless beauty that the canvas keeps.
Oh, Mona Lisa, forever you’ll stay,
A work of art that time cannot decay.