The beauty of a womanIs 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 love 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 womanWith passing years-only grows.