Song Of Solomon
Song of Solomon - sweet eight chapter poetry,
Mirrors love 'twixt our Lord and us - tells this story:
The King is in love with a Shulamite maiden;
She's lost him - her sweet apple tree - her heart's laden...
"His love's better than wine!" she cries, "His name ointment!"
He knocks; she rises, he's gone! The disappointment!
Asked why he's special, "He's altogether lovely,
Chiefest of ten thousand; I'm sick with love!" says she!
"Come in your garden for your fruits!" she calls to Him!
They meet, His left hand round her head, right embracing!
"I'm my love's, He's mine, His banner o'er me is love!"
He bids her rise, come away, his fair, faultless dove.