Mona Lisa
I can not describe, this feeling for you.
I try to explain, in a metaphoric way,
but not the same, as feeling .
I ace, at the butterfly eating my stomach.
I can not fathom, how I'm split in two, when you par.
I feel the world in my arms, when it's you.
I feel a blanket of safety around you .
I see angels in heaven when looking at the.
I see no flaw, just, absolute perfection
one crafted, hands on, by the gods above
And this world still, has yet to discover
this piece of art
but I'm here, to appreciate, my Mona Lisa.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world