The beauty of a woman
Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
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.
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.
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 passion that she shows,
The beauty of a woman
With passing years-only grows.
Lucky is the man who is the first love of
a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man
a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man
true dear ! u r absolutely right .
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