Came across this beautiful poem. Couldn’t resist…had to post!
I am so proud to be a woman. Such a marvelous creation of God. Hey, is beauty of a woman defined with what she wears and how much her clothes cost? Is it to do with the make up brands and the length of her skirt?
Really, does that define you…women?
The Beauty Of A Woman
The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears, The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives, The passion that she shows, And the beauty of a woman With passing years only grows.
The winter’s blue Is not my shade. This depressing hue It’s chilling edges Is not my game.
I’m torn between weathers Feel like a bird with no feathers The cold is gettin to my bones with it’s sharp edged sword. Send me your Sun, oh merciful Lord Let his rays shine, on my broken soul.
I’m waiting for the gold, the orange, the red Each moment, each minute, each day is a tread I know I will bask, but the road is hell I know I will be kissed, he will break the spell.
There is hope, the hope is all I have To take me through this one sided brawl The memories of which I never wanna recall.
I will know when he is near coz there will be no fear and the hiding will shed their gear. It will be green and purple abound The shades will change, the dark will disappear There will be love, his love around.