IN THE GRACE OF A WOMAN LIES

In the grace of a woman lies,
Beyond the fabric that she dons,
Or the contours her form supplies,
Or how her hair in sunlight shone.

The beauty of a woman's charm,
In the depths of her gaze it lies,
For within them, love finds its calm,
Where tender emotions softly rise.

Not in the blemish on her cheek,
True beauty's found, profound and whole,
It's in the spirit, meek yet sleek,
In every facet of her soul.

It's in the kindness she bestows,
In the fires of her fervent heart,
And as time's gentle river flows,
Her beauty blossoms, a timeless a