A Cry of Love

She wore a gown of every shade even daisies in the fields could not compare to the eggshell-ivory-white, vanilla hues of her, nor the bright intense yellows of her shine! She was a gravitationally bound star, even the moon unmatchable to her rare beauty was beyond compare to her eccentric shades of navy, royal sapphires and Mayan blues ! Unparalleled to any other star, on a cold December night she watched her Savior Babe lay dormant, at the feet of her Un-comparable as gold, frankincense and Myrrh, unequaled as Archaic Angels of God's Kingdom girth, a transcendent helium gown of Romanesque beauty flared and arrived that day. Spreading argent silver gowns of light and shining like a thousand twinkling lights, the world was never the same again after that first Holy Cry, of Love.