The Lady In The Painting



Who is the lady appearing blatantly before their eyes,

In a Renaissance orbiting culture and sacred lies,

But blasphemy she be not,

Rather an untold secret the public forgot.

The admitted grin along with an expression so vague

Evokes a mystery that started a social plague.


Da Vinci committed 13 years to her creation,

Indulgence she be not nor temptation.

A woman mediocre in many views,

A beauty painted in Da Vinci’s hues.

Her significance is unambiguous,

For she was woven with such diligence.

Could she be a lover, an artist, or an illusion?

She’s an enigma is my conclusion.



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