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...
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...