With half of her face,
only which i could see,
I went nearer to unravel her mystery.
With half of her lips,
covered with her lovely hair,
With one eye closed,
I wish i could see the other pair.
With dim lit lights,
as the picture showed,
As i gazed at it, my heart did soar,
to unravel the story which is half untold.
A total stranger to me she was,
But her gentle smile told me a lot,
half of which i could see,
As i was drawn by her mystery.
Her almond shaped eyes, were not open,
a rare picture we don't see often,
A picture perfect as was her face.
To see the full face my heart did race.
They say it's the eye of the artist,
who could turn such a thing, with a twist,
to keep us all guessing, who is this?
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