The beauty of a woman is an intangible thing.
Not found in a particular shape or a certain color.
Not the tilt of her eyes
or the curve of her lips.
The beauty of a woman
is found in her holding space
for her sorrows and yours.
The beauty of a woman
is found in her quiet and laughter
her misery and joy.
The beauty of a woman is felt more than seen.
The beauty of a woman is her reflection of the world back to you.
Practically Magic 