My monalisa

 

This is all I know about love , it’s about investment of time

It’s about Watching  the first stroke grow into lovely art

Watching the hues caress at every phase

Creating depth , a dreamy haze

Softly transitioning into a love tale

Of the painter and his canvas

A seamless union without an end , timeless

 

the words in my book, like blended colors and warm tones

Speak of a love rooted in my bones

When I say, I love you ,then it's the truth

Day in day out,  my love persists,

Deep in my marrow, it firmly exists.

words from my mouth, are never enough

Better they are printed, even if I were to go away.

They wouldn't decay with me, but they would remain as a promise with no end

I would go down in history as the girl that loved you till death.

 

Like da Vinci and his greatest art,  the monalisa

I am fascinated by your smile , your  lovely nature , you are my Lisa

I  love to capture your gentle and loving nature with my art

I cannot draw or paint like da Vinci but I can write

In my case I am still taking my time to refine  my art,

by redefining the very essence of you

You are precious to me, my muse, a fact that is true

Line after line, I write of my love that is unswerving

Confessing the lot after lot,  your presence is ever deserving

Deserving of more serenades and promises of love

My am I glad to call you mine