has the world forgotten the beauty of a woman?
of course not
it only unacknowledges our divine beauty
"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 is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. it is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years."
-audrey hepburn
"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 is seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides. true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. it is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years."
-audrey hepburn
magazines tell us how we as women should look
how much we should weigh
it's outer beauty vs. inner beauty
& inner beauty is always pushed to the side
we are more than glitz and glam
there is nothing in the world that is more beautiful than the heart of a woman
when we truly love
we love deep as the deepest depth;
strong as the strongest strength
when we truly care
we pour out every stitch of love we have to give
we shine far greater than any crystal
there is nothing that compares to a woman who
walks in beauty
i love this poem im about to share, although i did not write it
it really defines the beauty of a woman
she walks in beauty
george gordon, lord byron
she walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
and all that's best of dark and bright
meet in her aspect and her eyes;
thus mellow'd to that tender light
which heaven to gaudy day denies.
one shade the more, one ray the less,
had half impair'd the nameless grace
which waves in every raven tress,
or softly lightens o'er her face;
where thoughts serenely sweet express
how pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
and on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
the smiles that win, the tints that glow,
but tell of days in goodness spent,
a mind at peace with all below,
a heart whose love is innocent!
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