isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of My "Shilpa",
must be seen from her eyes
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of My "Shilpa",
isn't in a facial mole,
but true beauty in My "Shilpa",
is reflected by her soul.
It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows,
And the beauty of My "Shilpa",
with passing years, only grows.
