Missing lyric

A woman is defined by her poise and grace,
The warmth of her body is in her careful embrace,
She can scream out her emotions through the dress she wears,
And her eyes can tell thousands of stories of love and betrayal.

The beauty, they say, lies in the eyes of the beholder,
For it isn’t something you see from the outside,
It is to reach her heart and discover what’s on the inside.

Her world is full of secrets – some told and untold tales that she hides,
The pain is in the labels, you spat right at her,
You loved making love to her and relish her to the core
and the very next day, you don’t mind but label her a whore.

And now she’s your history, the one you loved for a while,
If only you could see her scars, behind that unsolicited smile