Have you ever seen the Mona Lisa?
He stands and stares, he stares for hours.
She so beuatiful and he's transfixed.
His name is shouted, interrupting
The spell is broken but she continues
in his head, her smile, her eyes.
It must be love. At home he sits and dreams about her,
What must she be like?
H draws a heart on the sky, the sun shines on her name.
She smiles and the wind whispers, the same as always.
But he cannot stay long- the exhibition closes soon.