Oh purest of form,
of light,
of beauty so fair.
Such love grows
from your formless surface. 
For love knows no form,
but loveliness.

You shine like the sky,
on a clear starry night.
Such grace it is to watch you move,
puts me in a soothing mood.

Aw let the God’s from mythology,
shine down upon your face.
Beauty is formless,
let them admire your gracefulness. 

Beauty is lacking form,
lacking hate,
lacking a surface,
but lacking none in loveliness.

Amanda Shelton