The Beauty of A Woman

The beauty of a woman
Isn't the clothes she wears
The figure that she carries
Or the way she combs her hair
The beauty of a woman
Must be see from 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 beauty of a woman
Is reflected in 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 clouds passing by
Rainbows thereafter to color your sky