What is it that you’re hiding Sweet Mona Lisa Behind the pale sadness Of your veiled naughtiness? Did the one whom you loved Eject you conveniently? With an excuse like: “Oh, I didn’t mean that at all! Never meant that!” Do you still carry love in your heart For that silly, shallow flirt? Do memories refuse to wean themselves And feed your heart with sweetness Whose delusion garbles The contours of your lips? And the glitter of your eyes? Is it pain deep within That makes you smile Pregnant with meanings?