Love sees not face or form
beauty it finds in someone's heart
One who is pretty and carries herself well
a cynosure of eyes she is conscious of this fact
Lust's gaze rests on the curves of flesh
it blinds one's sight and leads to hell
The beauty that is in the feminine form
it fills many an artist's canvass
Beauty is what the mind's eye sees
whether on the surface or buried deep
Never be snared with the skin of the flesh
which is nothing but a cover within which life dwells!
beauty it finds in someone's heart
One who is pretty and carries herself well
a cynosure of eyes she is conscious of this fact
Lust's gaze rests on the curves of flesh
it blinds one's sight and leads to hell
The beauty that is in the feminine form
it fills many an artist's canvass
Beauty is what the mind's eye sees
whether on the surface or buried deep
Never be snared with the skin of the flesh
which is nothing but a cover within which life dwells!