I just hang around <br />letting you look at me <br />no objection at your stares <br />incessant glares <br />constant discussion <br />about my eyes, <br />my smile, <br />wonderment of what I did <br />just before <br />or was it after? <br />No one will ever know <br />what made me glow <br />except my own true love <br />who put it there <br />with his delicate strokes <br />his feathered touch <br />his utter brilliance <br />that made my oval face <br />of homeliness <br />forever memorable <br />to all the world <br />as I just hang here <br />watching you <br />gazing upon me <br />not with erotic desire <br />but wild curiosity <br />what would such homely <br />lips, drawn lines <br />with colors caked with care <br />to make this ugly fair <br />how much, what willingness <br />beneath these garbs to do <br />as I smile wanly at you <br />not cognizant of my plight <br />and you are right <br />for you will never know <br />if I would ever go astray. <br /> <br />It is too late for Leonardo <br />nor can I speak <br />through muted lips for him. <br />I simply watch <br />through Mona Lisa eyes <br />you guessing all the while <br />whatever you surmise <br />might mean <br />my Mona Lisa smile.<br /><br />Lorenzo Costigliolo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-question-to-debate-did-i-or-didn-t-i/
