I, Mona Lisa Poem by Harlequin Rose

a moment in time
captured a smile that wasn't real
for, mine was never a smile
that could be captured
least of all by an artist
with my blood in his veins
and on his lips...my name
a crisp winter day
persona non grata they say
she's so beautiful
but she's so complicated
I am more than what you made of me
with your egg-based paints
and white parchment
keep your eyes on me
as I render the world speechless
I, of Italian blood
a child of Roman reason
I, of forbidden secrets
I...Mona Lisa