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