The
beauty of a woman,
isn't in the clothers she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman,
must be seen from in her eyes
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman,
isn't in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman,
with passing years, only grows.
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