Mona Lisa's Time Warp

Your winsome stare pairs with the antiquated folds,
yet the nostalgic glare circumvents time and space
Your callous, unassuming pose recedes into the shadows,
but your graceful bearing catapults you into another dimension
With muted smile, you withdraw beneath a feminine veil,
but pursed lips share a mystique that shackles each gaze
Your sanguine hands stoically rest on your drab dress,
but the virtuous cross displays an enduring fealty to honor
The dull shades that color your apparel gild a temporal innocence,
yet the seeping folds of your pallid bosom flare an eternal sensuality
Your docile persona blends into the stolid, dreary landscape,
but your searching eyes leap from the dated canvas onto doting, contemporary patrons