Sunday, June 25, 2000

A thing of beauty

A woman is at her prettiest...

Not when she grows from a child and steps into her teens
Understanding in the process what being a woman means

Not when she matures into full blown adulthood
And makes every guy on the street turn his head

Not even on the day when her betrothed's hand she holds
And dazzles everyone with the beauty she beholds

A woman as at her prettiest...

When she walks slowly holding up her chin
Burdened by the little life she carries within

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