Form and shape

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!