Every Woman holds Beauty
in the Palm of her hands
In her very soul she nutures it
Perfects it, holds on to it!
She holds the Key to every Mans Heart
Her mesmorising Eyes Draw you in
Her delicate sugary Pink lips
Longing to be kissed
Her Body Modestly dressed
Dignified and chic
Beauty is the inner soul
Kind Loving forgiving
Beauty, like a diamond so rare!
Tracey TEE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beauty-181/
