My Mona Lisa

I don't know what you have done to me,

But with my words

I can only write of what echoes from my heart.


Yet, softly all I can hear is whipers of your name,

And the imagery that breeds in my mind

Is only a reflection of your beauty.


Like a silly boy with a crush

I am enchanted by the gentle curves of your lips,

And burned by the seductive fire that lies within your eyes.


Shyly I must confess

The aroma that fills the air as you walk by

Leaves me to feel somewhat invigorated,

And slightly intoxicated.


It's funny

How I have become addicted to your presence,

And your personality that personifies

Who you truly are.


To appreciate the beauty of a woman

Is to immortalize her essence,

And with my words

That is something I hope to accomplish.


~ Tony Paradise's Poet ~


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