The Beauty of a Woman

The beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she may wear,
Nor the way she combs her hair.
The lovely figure that she carries,
Or any innocence before she marries

The beauty of a woman
Is seen in the depth of her eyes
The place where her love resides.
Where the doorway to her heart is seen
If you're invited in by some lovely colleen

The beauty of a woman Is where virtue and passion convene
Not in any place she may have been
And not things superficial as a facial mole,
Her true beauty is reflected in her soul.

The beauty of a woman
Is the care and comfort offered to others
And their amazing skill at being mothers
The unselfish loving and giving she shows
Her beauty with passing years, only grows.