(Second thought!) The picture tantalizes. Is that smile A teasing trick of nature she possessed,
Seemingly enigmatic, all the while
No riddle really there - a curious jest?
Or is there hidden in those upcurved lips
And distant look about her deep grave eyes,
A secret we would share; as passing ships
Hail one another, far from native skies?
We are enamored by the mystery
Of this strange smile. Is there a hint of tears
Which give to it a haunting poignancy
Caught by the artist for the wondering years?
Or did he, with amused capricious guile,
Himself add mystery to an empty smile?