The Beauty of My Woman
Is not the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of my woman,
Comes from deep inside,
Pouring forth, from her heart,
And expressed within her eyes.
That heart within my woman
Reflects her loving soul,
Within a moment, our first meet,
It was my heart she stole.
The soul within my woman
It fills her to the core.
A goddess placed upon this earth,
It makes me love her more.
A golden heart, expressive eyes,
Her soul will live forever,
All agree, eternally,
That we should be together.
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