We'd been inside that place, <br />La Louvre, wow we said, <br />again and yet again, and there <br />she was, like in the story book, <br />bosom and all and looking, <br />really staring straight at me. <br /> <br />An instant bond had thus been formed, <br />and I was chosen, (it had to happen) , <br />my first five years had just been finished <br />and all the learnings that lay the foundation <br />of one's whole life had filtered in, <br />through lacey drapes, in midday naps. <br /> <br />And no one saw how I allowed my pupils <br />to feast not on her eyes but on the decolleté, <br />which put my mother's Munich dirndl ruffles to shame. <br />Her piercing eyes, in love with only me, <br />now that they'd found the one from destiny, <br />warmed all my blood and I held on to <br />my sturdy Lederhosen, for steady thoughts <br />and guidance, which was badly needed. <br /> <br />I really loved my father, on that day at least, <br />he had remarked that I had chosen wisely, <br />it seemed that he was certain that a boy <br />whose eyes were glued to only Mona Lisa <br />would go so far in life and he was thrilled. <br /> <br />It matters little, what others feel or think, <br />in trance I floated through the Arc de Triomphe, <br />took in the Moulin Rouge, and then the Tower, <br />such poppycock, just local petty treasures, <br />my heart was heavy with a boy's first love.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mona-lisa-first-love/
