<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583170" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where Beauty Lies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not the curve of the hips<br>Or the shape of the lips<br>Nor the clothes she wears<br>Or the color of her hair<br>Not in the numbers on the scale<br>But in the person who always seems to care</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beauty of a person<br>No matter who they are<br>Can only be measured<br>From the warmness of the heart<br>Not the face she wears<br>Or the voice she shares<br>But the expressions she makes<br>And the words that she creates<br>It's in the smile she puts on<br>even when everything has gone wrong</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty lies within the fire inside<br>That refuses to let her run and hide<br>Beauty shines from inside her<br>Throughout everything she does<br>Beauty comea from the way she stands strong for what she beleives<br>And can never be forced<br>To surrender to her knees</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty, <br>Is when she stands tall<br>Even when she has lost it all<br>Her hopes never shatter and fall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beauty is when<br>Her soul is so bright<br>It shines through<br>In the darkest of nights<br>She leads the way<br>With no sighs of dismay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the legs to the hips<br>From the eyes to the lips<br>It all does'nt matter<br>This is the beauty<br>that i wish to capture</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tamara+Puyear">Tamara Puyear</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=583170" data-title="Where Beauty Lies de Tamara Puyear" data-description="Not the curve of the hips Or the shape of the lips Nor the clothes she wears Or the color of her hair Not in the numbers on the scale But in the person who always seems to care The beauty of a person No matter who they are Can only be measured Fr..."></div> </div> </div>

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