She is a woman with thoughts to share and questions to ask and beauty to admire.
She never seemed shattered, she was a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she won.
Some women fear the fire, while some simply are.
Beauty is not the face , beauty is the light in the hearts.
When she smiled , she was beautiful . when she cried , she was beautifull, but when she is determined she is fabulously fierce.
She is a strong cup of black coffe, in the world that is drunk on the cheap wine of shallow love .
Nothing is more beautiful than a real smile that has struggle through tears.
Beauty is how you feel inside and it reflects in your eyes.
The empovered women is powerful beyond measure and beautiful beyond description.
She was free in her wildness, she is a wandress in a drop of free water.
She is not a women , who needs a man, she is a women a man needs.
