Wisdom In Her Beauty

It was a face that made the moon worth shining for. With the greetings of the morning that had her way of walking in a room, The joy in her presence, with love subjected to frustration. A new thing to her. Pure as the virgin Mary, in her virgins territory , A home made off no wisdom being destroyed by foolishness . Her profound look ,the body of truth with no lonely eye to deceive for nothing was false to mislead. Love of an infant , a bond to true love