Is not in the clothes she wears
The figure she carries
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a girl
Must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
The place where love resides.
The beauty of a girl,
Is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a girl
Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows,
The beauty of a girl
With passing years - only grows.
