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

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