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THE BEAUTY OF A WOMAN



                Photo credit :  Mercy James 



Authors: Audrey Hepburn & Crystal Foy



   There is a woman who always keeps her.                         head up high.
Her eyes sparkle like a bright star in the.                                   sky.


   She has the stamina, beauty, and courage.             that one would admire,
Even the love and happiness one inspires.


    She is a women that one can always                              count on,
    And a woman that sees no wrong.

    Her beauty shines from the inside out,
It flows like a journey down a long route.
   Her smile shines beautifully like the sun              rising over the horizon,

   And her intelligence, wisdom, and hard.              work are not surprising.

    She is a genuinely caring women
    Who goes the extra mile to help one in             need or broken hearted,

    And throughout all of her hard work,
         No one ever sees her fall apart.
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,

The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair. 
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in 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,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows.



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