when I first saw her....I wasd a little child...I said mother...was she bearing me...in her...then as I grew up...she became my beloved...how many beloveds..she might have seen that, , , , she tickled...smiled..and laughed...Oh....mona Lisa...mpna lisa...you have broken my heart....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Metin, I have a poem with the Mona Lisa in it also, but maybe you would be more interested in my Ode To Istanbul, from memories of living in Istanbul