The Beauty Of A Woman

The beauty of a woman, isn't 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's the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman, isn't in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman, is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give, the passion that she shows,
And the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows.

I wish you bright mornings and warm, sunny days;
Soft shade to cool you from sweltering rays;
Raindrops, a few, from some cloud floating by;
Rainbows thereafter to color your sky.

Rambling rivers and great shining seas;
Mountains and forests with towering trees;
Hillsides and valleys, all flower-festooned;
Nature that nurtures whomever's attuned;

A faithful companion who'll stay by your side;
Children to care for, to love and to guide;
Enough work to do with enough time for play;
Then restful sleep at the close of the day.

Friends when you need them and when they need you;
Something to spend, just as much as will do;
A heart full of laughter; perhaps a few tears;
A faith you can follow through all of your years:

Then, fearlessly facing your last setting sun,
As you contemplate all the deeds you have done,
Recalling a life that's been more than worthwhile,
Perhaps you will pause and give thanks with a smile.

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