A woman's Beauty
A woman's beauty is not measured by
How much she weighs on ones eye,
But on the trueness of her heart
And will doth not break apart.
A womans beauty is not measured from
Dyed hair, Its style, Her comb
But with her God made hair
Long , black as the moon's mare.
A woman's beauty is not calculated
With false words her neighbors mouthed
Just in her self she knows true,
And with pride shell walk all those through.
A woman's beauty is not diminished
By how her youth slowly flourished,
Whilst all these, A woman's beauty simply lies
In the siblings she carried and raised until she dies.
