When I first met you

I was not impressed by your looks,
I didn't thing of the beauty inside.
And then you spoke to me sometime,
And though not much was said
I saw the glimmer of something inside.
As I got to know you
I knew you ran deeper
Then your look on the outside
A strange womanly beauty
You portray from inside.
When I look at you,
I thing of cold gray mornings,
Not much beauty at first
Then I see the sun rise
When I open my eyes,
I see that strange beauty inside.