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 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 woman
With passing years-only grows