A saint in her own right, or one of our saviors the same. Your handsome description of her cause forbids ignorance. Great job.

Oh, if I could but forbid ignorance... alas, the law would not doubt be broken regularly nonetheless....

(sigh sigh)
Alright Mr. Miles, I wasn't going to read a love poem today for I usuuuually don't like to read them oft, but your recent 3 are all love poems andi really wanted to read one of your recent ones so I had to give in.

And, it was fantastic.
You display your incredible awe of a profoundly wonderful creature in this piece, elaborated by thorough descriptions set in glory and beauty to an extent that gives the reader an image of a perfect, glorious loved one admired by a romantic observer.
I absolutly loved the last lines,
"she does not realize that she
sits there amidst her pile of lore,
saving us from ourselves."
Those add even more content and admiration to the image portrayed by the ongoin praise throughout the piece, and the last line I adored.
Wonderful job

I like the way it describes some people today in school but in that detail you must have a telent!!!