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 door to her heart,
The place that love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
And the beaty of a woman,
With passing years--Only grows!
And touching from the heart,
I believe that if we touch,
A gift we can impart.
I believe that if you cry,
Your tears are not in vain,
And when you are sad and lonely,
Others konw your pain.
I believe that when we laugh,
A sparkle starts to shine,
And i just know that spark will spread,
From more hearts than just mine.
I believe that if you give,
Even just to one,
That gift will grow in magnitude
Before the day is done.
I believe that love is still
The greatest gift of all,
And when its given from the heart,
Not one of us will fall.
