On looking at the Mona Lisa

(Second thought!) The picture tantalizes. Is that smile A teasing trick of nature she possessed,

Seemingly enigmatic, all the while

No riddle really there - a curious jest?

Or is there hidden in those upcurved lips

And distant look about her deep grave eyes,

A secret we would share; as passing ships

Hail one another, far from native skies?

We are enamored by the mystery

Of this strange smile. Is there a hint of tears

Which give to it a haunting poignancy

Caught by the artist for the wondering years?

Or did he, with amused capricious guile,

Himself add mystery to an empty smile?

We want to hear, did we miss an angle we should have covered? Should we come back to this topic? Or just give us a rating for this story. We want to hear from you.