&nb sp;                           The Beauty Of A woman.

Before I write this I feel that I should say a few words as I know that can be a very sanative subject for a few women.  For they don’t see themselves the way other do, and can fine it very hard to expect it.

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 the 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 tress,

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 end of the day.

Friends when you need them and when they need you

Something to spend, just a much as will do

A heart full of laughter; perhaps a few tears,

A faithful  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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