A Woman In Beauty
Beauty is there in everything,
But not everyone sees.
Cheerful is the beholder,
Never ashamed of how he feels.
Beauty in a woman is
In being classy and gay;
A single flower she is,
Not a whole bouquet.
Such beauty of a woman
Is quite enchanting,
A poet's inspiration she is and
God’s own handwriting.
The beauty is to be
Seen in her eyes,
A door way to her heart
Where love resides.
The beauty in not
In a facial mode;
But true beauty is
Reflected in the soul.
Beauty is in the caring
That she lovingly gives;
Exists also in the passion
In which she dwells.
A woman in beauty looks
More beautiful among her peers;
Such is her beauty
That grows with the passing years.
No effect puts the age on
Her beautiful rays.
On the oldest instruments,
The best tunes are played.
Beauty is always there
In her smile,
That gives grandeur
To her perfect profile.
Her beauty equals her to a queen
Who follows no fears.
Perfection is always there;
No matter what she wears.
The soul that seeks beauty
Is entrapped forever.
A wise beauty is always there
Behind a foolish lover.
The looker follows nothing
But his heart in any way;
Not much he can explore
To beautify her specific day.
An effort to cheer up the ladies who have lost their youth.
They still look beautiful. Time fails to fade away their beauty.
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