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Beauty |
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The world speaks of beauty |
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As if it were something to admire, |
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Yet the beauty they speak of |
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Fails to provoke my desire. |
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They label a woman beautiful |
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If she appeals to a man?s eye, |
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But that beauty is only skin deep. |
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So where does her true beauty lie? |
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Her beauty lies in her words; |
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In the love she's so willing to share. |
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Her beauty is rooted in her passion |
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In the blazing fires of her stare. |
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Her beauty lies in her touch; |
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In the gentleness of her hands. |
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Her beauty lies in the way she listens |
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In the comfort of knowing she understands. |
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Her beauty lies in her eyes; |
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The look that can cure all pain. |
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Her beauty lies in her loyalty, |
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Her willingness to weather the rain. |
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Her beauty lies in her smile |
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In its ability to dissolve my fears. |
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Her beauty lies in her compassion |
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In her power to impede the tears. |
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Her beauty lies in her persistence, |
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The way she keeps me from falling apart. |
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But above all else, |
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Her beauty lies in her heart. |
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And what this world defines as beauty |
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Without a doubt will fade. |
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But the beauty she possesses. |
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The beauty I see, will never wane. |
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