Violets may wither and fall,

Lilies may vanish from mortal sight

and the glamour of Roses may soon

begin to fade.

But eternally preserved are thy medieval

looks Oh Monalisa!

Fair still for the desires and passions

of present day tastes.

The work of imagination thou hast

always been;

in still manner and famed

for over four centuries.

Yet your charming and tender

looks our loving hearts

desire, as though you were

one we could someday

touch.

But no more than a mirage

keeps whetting our insatiable

appetites for thee Oh Monalisa;

elusive to all men