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
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