The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears
The figure she carries
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
Must be seen from her eyes
Because that is the doorway to her heart
The place where loves are resides.
The beauty of a woman
Is not in a facial mole
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives
The passion that she shows
The beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows.
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