Princess of Perfection
Goodness, she is so beautiful—
Like sunlight on fresh snow;
I’m blinded by her radiance—
Stunned by the truth I know!
There’s Heaven in her grey-green eyes,
Love In her flawless face;
Should she bestow a kiss on me—
Touch is the taste of grace.
Her beauty shows in springtime light,
Blooms like the rose in May;
Her beauty shines like stars at night—
Comfort for those who pray.
Chastity, her mystic name, she’s
Formed from the cosmic dust;
A burning star beats in her breast—
Virtue a man might trust!
Today she lives outside the wall,
Exiled and in disgrace;
The City has no room for her—
The human heart no place!
Pleasure, sadness, empty living,
Walk the darkened City streets;
While the lovely, modest maiden
Awaits His call in her retreat.
She needs the Other to fulfill
Her purpose in this merry life;
Chastity with God’s great goodness
Is comfort in this time of strife!
Image: cosmic dust and a burning star [also NGC 5189].
