The Woman is a portal between
the spiritual realm and the physical realm.
The Only Force in the Universe powerful enough
to navigate and incarnate.
the spiritual realm and the physical realm.
The Only Force in the Universe powerful enough
to navigate and incarnate.
The Highest Honor and the Highest Respect for
All the Woman on this Earth.
All the Woman on this Earth.
The Beauty of a Woman
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 must be seen from in 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,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows.
Author: Audrey Hepburn
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 must be seen from in 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,
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows.
Author: Audrey Hepburn
The Beauty ...
Teach her in the school goodness, kindness and the beauty of life,
she will teach an entire generation.
Teach her in the school goodness, kindness and the beauty of life,
she will teach an entire generation.
We owe our life to our women, and we owe them our death too.
There is no better way ...
There is no better way to start each day, than to tell a woman that we love her.
Even if we’re feeling gray just tell a woman that you love her.
Our journey on earth is from the womb to the tomb.
It was a she who gave birth and we who consumed.
We may think she already knows, but don’t dare assume.
Don’t dare fear, surrender to the mirror, and let her hear. “I love you”.
It was the womb, that brought us into this land. It was the woman, that gave us a plan.
And it was the woman, that first held our hand.
It was the woman that fed us from her very own gland.
Think that our women are always missed. The honor we owe them is endless.
All the gratitude belongs to her.
“When we high as a kite, high on our spite, took our identity as a guy,
without ever once asking why,
do we not feel we owe our women our life ... every day and every night?
We do. We owe our women our life.”
We have already fed, as babies we got our fix of milk from our mothers
who cradled us in bed.
As men we get in our head and we want more,
having been given this life not enough to adore?
And we wonder why they are upset.
How much neglect did we think they could stand?
How could we call ourselves a man,
yet walk away from our duty as a man, just because we can?
We complain about them being upset,
but have we ever stopped and wondered why?
Because we owe our women our life, and instead we lie.
Maybe that’s why we refuse to cry.
Because we want to think we got here on our own.
Like some tough guy that was born alone.
There will never be enough gratitude we could have shown.
It is impossible to owe someone something we can not own,
without feeling our hands tied to their throne.
It will forever be to the woman, to the womb, to whom we owe this ride home.
There was once a time where men served the
Goddesses until the day they died, their death and last breath.
Then men forgot, we were conceived in a woman and fed from her breast.
Now there is nothing she needs that we can buy.
All she needs is our love and she doesn’t care about the rest.
So there is no better way to start each day, to tell … you love her.
There is no better way to start each day, than to tell a woman that we love her.
Even if we’re feeling gray just tell a woman that you love her.
Our journey on earth is from the womb to the tomb.
It was a she who gave birth and we who consumed.
We may think she already knows, but don’t dare assume.
Don’t dare fear, surrender to the mirror, and let her hear. “I love you”.
It was the womb, that brought us into this land. It was the woman, that gave us a plan.
And it was the woman, that first held our hand.
It was the woman that fed us from her very own gland.
Think that our women are always missed. The honor we owe them is endless.
All the gratitude belongs to her.
“When we high as a kite, high on our spite, took our identity as a guy,
without ever once asking why,
do we not feel we owe our women our life ... every day and every night?
We do. We owe our women our life.”
We have already fed, as babies we got our fix of milk from our mothers
who cradled us in bed.
As men we get in our head and we want more,
having been given this life not enough to adore?
And we wonder why they are upset.
How much neglect did we think they could stand?
How could we call ourselves a man,
yet walk away from our duty as a man, just because we can?
We complain about them being upset,
but have we ever stopped and wondered why?
Because we owe our women our life, and instead we lie.
Maybe that’s why we refuse to cry.
Because we want to think we got here on our own.
Like some tough guy that was born alone.
There will never be enough gratitude we could have shown.
It is impossible to owe someone something we can not own,
without feeling our hands tied to their throne.
It will forever be to the woman, to the womb, to whom we owe this ride home.
There was once a time where men served the
Goddesses until the day they died, their death and last breath.
Then men forgot, we were conceived in a woman and fed from her breast.
Now there is nothing she needs that we can buy.
All she needs is our love and she doesn’t care about the rest.
So there is no better way to start each day, to tell … you love her.
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The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.
