Both sun and moon atune
She wore
Within her gaze
They waltzed unbridled
At liberty to only She
With dignity
Of open seas
Forever tidal
Climbing waves
Yet,
Never idle
Breaking tides
Rays defined
Within
Without
The doubt inclined to own devout
Mona Lisa smile
She wore
Seesaw tilting gently
Smiling
On the upside soaring
Sloping
Delicately scorning
A masterpiece
For curates keen
Catastrophe
For those opposed to She
A smile designed to
Keep one guessing
Dressed in gown of
Roses red
Engaging chorus ever bled
And their very own way of expressing
Both blest and dressed in blessing
Yet,
Set upon by unspoken curse
Flowing eerily about her profile
She wore
Liquid satin hair
Sunlight glared betwixt each lock
Moonbeams often played there
This tactile textile consummate
Ever unimpaired
Spotless skin of the Madonna
She wore
Complexity to every pore
Yet,
Effortlessly free of flaw
Devoid of the debris of war
Exempt to the decree of natures law
For she
Transcended Mother Earth
If only she had had more time
To trill her verse
Embrace this worth
Then the whole world would have seen
Her noble and prodigious worth
I did…
In the last year of her grace
Traced each contour of her face
Found myself the true embrace
And learned the secrets concealed deep within
Mysterious
And sleek
The skin
She wore
Yet,
No great mystery
To me
For I discerned so very much more
For likeness sake
I see beneath
And what I see
Reminds of me
The strength
The will
To carry on
Whence set upon
By charge prolonged
With elegance in timeless throng
She found her voice and sang her song
If not for nearly long enough
At least,
No more begotten
Both sun and moon atune
I wear
Within my gaze
You’ll find her there
A mystery to some
Not me
For the Mona Lisa Smile
She wore
Evermore confides in me
Richard Charles Stevens
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