It’s over Mona Lisa’s guile.
We know her look; her glance;
that ENIGMAtic smile.
She stares at us a bit askance.
Does reticence enhance a lady’s charm?
He’s enticed. Imagination leaps.
Expectancy is that which does disarm.
The world still favors love, mysterious.
DaVinci must have known life’s but a dream
when he took brush-in-hand , his Mona was
elusive as her curving lips did seem.
(Prompt: write about the word, “enigma” in exactly 66 words.)