I step into the grand hall of the Louvre,
My heart pounding with anticipation.
The whispers of countless visitors fill the air,
Blitz flashes incessantly,
But my focus remains unwavering.
I weave through the crowds,
Following the signs that lead me to her.
She’s the first one I want to see.
And then, there she is,
The enigmatic smile that has captivated hearts for centuries.
Mona Lisa.
I stand in awe, studying every brushstroke, every subtle hue,
As if deciphering a secret language.
The crowded room seems to fade away,
Leaving only her and me in a timeless moment.
The protective barriers that stand between her and the ...