Mona Lisa

Oh, lovely lady on the wall,
When great Da Vinci painted you
He must have known you would enthrall
A waiting world, its faith renew.

Your smile, your eyes, your gentle hands
Attract my glance when I am near.
Your soul looks out and understands
My every hope, my every fear.

Though I might wander far and wide,
From Texas to the tower of Pisa,
Still I’ll return to live beside
My friend, the Mona Lisa.

March 27, 1938

Poor Ladies

There never was a love like mine for you.
I challenge Cleopatra, Josephine, and Helen, too;
They all were handicapped–no wonder they were blue,
Because they never had the love of my own sweet you.

March 20, 1938