The Beauty Of A Woman: A Poem

The beauty of a woman
isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes;
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.

It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows.

♥♥Being In Love The Most Beautiful♥♥

Being Single Is Fun...
But Being Committed In Love Feels Awesome...

-When You Wake Up You Find
"Good Morning" In Your Inbox...

Or Early In The Morning You Listen To That Sweet Voice Saying:
" Ooh, My sweet baby is awaking...!"

-When You're All Alone,Sick Or Lost.. You Need Just That Person With You..To Hold You In There Arms... -

Those Small-Small Fights, & Saying " I'm Not Gonna Talk To You "
But Still... You Check Your Mobile To See The Missed Calls & Msgs From Them...

-Waking Up Suddenly At Midnight...
Calling Them Talking Till 4 am.... .

-Those Sweet Memories..
After A Fight Saying: " Sorry Sweetheart..." & Then Fighting Over Whose Mistake It Was...

-When We Call Them & If It Says
" Is Busy With Another Call, Plz Stay On Line Or Call Later.. .!"
We Find It Frustrating.... .

-Seeing His/Her Face & Becoming Happy..Without Reasons.. .

-Reading Their Cute Text & Smiling Idiotically... Caught By Friends & Family....

-Imagining Future Lives With Them... Waking Up & Sleep While Cuddling Them...

Nowadays We Often Here People Say Love Hurts...
Love Is Fake Its Unreal....
But Its Not Love...
It May Be The Wrong Person...
Or The Wrong Timings Which May Cause A Heart Break...
But Tell Me Honestly...
" Isn't Being In Love The Most Beautiful".....♥

Be who you are... Beauty lies within you...

We deny our own beauty because others can’t or won’t recognise it. Instead of accepting ourselves as we are, we try to imitate what we see around us.
We try to be what other people think of as ‘pretty’ and, little by little, our soul fades, our will weakens, and all the potential we had to make the world a more beautiful place withers away.
We forget that the world is what we imagine it to be.
We stop being the moonlight and become, instead, the pool of water reflecting it. Tomorrow, the water will evaporate in the sun. And all because, one day, someone said: ‘You are ugly.’ Or: ‘She is pretty.’ With those three simple words, they stole away all our self-confidence.
And we become ugly and embittered.