To me, fair friend, you never can be old, for as you were when first your eye i eyed,such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold have from the forests shook three summers' pride,three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn'd in process of the seasons have i seen, three april perfumes in three hot junes burn'd,since first i saw you fresh, which yet are green.
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's the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows & the beauty of a woman only grows with passing years.