Behind that Mona Lisa smile

Is an idea, known but to you.

Scheme’s been fermenting a while,

I can’t imagine what you brew.  

I won’t let tresses of flaxen gold,

Nor skin so fair bend hardened will.

But vulnerability your eyes behold,

And cobalt lasers set me a-thrill.

Windows dark as deep night winds,

Azure perfection frames your soul.   

Blue contrast a soft heart rends,

Proud grandpa must play his role.   

Most anything I’ll get you dear,

And enjoy your exquisite delight.

And it won’t be long, I have to fear,

All your whims will be my plight.

© 2009 R. Leland Waldrip