Mona Lisas, by Portly Bard
The Smile Unbroken She Awaits
So softly brown they're cast, her eyes,
forever turned to fantasize
the smile unbroken she awaits,
imagined, yet that radiates
beguiling warmth of ashen glow
from ember seeking breath below
to gently raise the flickered light
of self-assurance taking flight
to show the world by shimmered gleam
the dance of faith's enhancing dream
that beauty be forevermore
the flame by which we see and soar
through darkness we no longer fear
to simple joys that we endear.
The Art of Speculation
Inquiring minds could well suspect
the "Isleworth" portrait might reflect
not copy that had been inspired
but inspiration so admired
that it became indeed the source
for work of far more epic course
by master who became engaged
with subject he envisioned aged
whose beauty, softer as mature,
more haunting still by stare demure,
could speak to femininity
as consummate sanguinity
that looms as strength behind the guile
of modestly unbroken smile.
Portly Bard: Old man.
Prefers to craft with sole intent
of verse becoming complement...
...and by such homage being lent...
ideally also compliment.
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