She speaks a different language
Her eyes tell a million words
A tiny crease on her smile to say what she feels
She will leave you spellbound and amazed.
O woman, how mysterious thy ways!
Jewels worth thousands to adorn her beautiful self
But priceless treasures buried within her heart
The key to which she gives only to one for love
Or those treasures will hidden forever stay.
O woman, how mysterious thy ways!
Roses and lilies shower their fragrance
The morning sun shines only for her
The running stream hums her a tune
They know her heart is but of clay.
O woman, how mysterious thy ways!
Rich and pauper, Good and bad
All wish to have her for themselves
She knows she has the power of beauty
Yet, she is lonely night and day.
O woman, how mysterious thy ways!
