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.