The beauty of woman
is define in her pride
no lack of courtesy,
to explain her duty
in holding a cup with flair.
In Egypt she touch,
the question in her name,
pure white and silver water.
she pour from her jug,
softly keep time.
with the flow of warmth,
untwirled the fleech,
she count one by one.
At night she sleep
in harmony and peace
with God beside
her Holy reach.
When hair grow silver,
and sometimes she weeps,
of love leave her behind.
she will keep the lullaby
to her soul,
always to keep the golden strings ,
and speak the truth to her hand.
The beauty of woman
is define in her love.
The only one who can
keep the world alive.
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