What Mona Lisa was thinking.

She laughed as she related it,
What you said about me.
And I laughed along with her because it was sweet and a little awkward and it made me happy.
But inside I am quietly turning the information over.
What does it mean to me?
What does it mean to you?
What do I need to do with it?
One thing I know for sure,
I am going to visit this thought often for the next few days
And smile that secret inward smile known only to the female race.