Form colour texture shape
Do they singly or in blend
Define what we see as beauty?
Is it how the limbs are made
The curving contours or
The hidden depths unseen?
Can genetic imperative alone
Something so banal be why
Or does some other force apply?
Undoubtedly we are attracted
Are all designed to look
And gender is no key
Despite the jests on paper bags
The face is all-important
A smile an invitation glance
When the loved one looks your way
Is it you who fills those eyes
And that one you really see?
By Stuart Aken (UK)
Genres: Love, Philosophical, Relationships, Romantic.
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