The beauty of a woman  is not in the clothes she wears,  The figure she carries,  or the way she combs her hair.  The beauty of a woman  must be seen from her eyes,  Because that is the doorway  to her heart,  The place where love resides.  The beauty of a woman  Is not in a facial mole,  But 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  With passing years  -- only grows. I've just recently been informed that this poem  was written by Andrew Kingston of Sydney Australia, And not by Maya Angelo as I originally believed Thank You Andrew for setting me straight.