Passion And Tenderness

A Song of Love

Oh my beloved my darling your eyes capture me so tender and gentle they sing they call as turtle doves they laugh!

Like heaven is your long hair rolling falling waves so soft and warm homely earthly as sparrows when it lightly brushes my face it is caring it is comforting it is bliss. A sacred smile speaks of ageless secrecies tells of the mystic hiding the deepest of mysteries. The touch of an angel of mild love delicate cravings a maiden's tenderness is stronger than passion.

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Your dress is valleys and forest, deep canyons misty green with ferns jungle vines patches of light and clover. Silk that sheens and glistens like shiny foliage the colours of rich green peaceful and shadowy. Dark shade surrounds light shafts and brightness between the trees white and black bordered making checkered patterns of deep green and golden sun lined silver and pure white just as storm clouds rolling in. My dearest your feet will be washed with measures milk and loving tears perfect sandals of glass adorned in silver and saints' shadows how they glister how they shine!

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Swinging dancing turning spinning madly just a smile only a radiance over your shoulder takes my breath away. A sparkle one flash caught me one ruby captured me with a flicker one spark of love a flame leapt!

Silver and gold inlaid sparkling with diamonds jewelery work of the most skilled craftsmen, gems of precious emerald, sapphire azure turquise acquamarine beryl and stones opal jet and jade. Your bracelets and rings fine chains delicate necklaces of priceless jewels glitter and flicker a living fire a fire that catches fascinates and captivates.

An embrace a caress one sweet kiss one soft low whisper a charm a magic that conquers a passion a fever that burns. Oh your eyes overcome me a single glance stole me away in rapture! Your eyes caught my heart to fierce desire to wild delight my only ever adored wondrous beauty.

I am yours my lady I am yours only as you are mine and mine alone!

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Her eyes are soft with grace her arms are strong her hands are gentle yet firm. She works cheerfully with thrift with quick hands. Honest and worthy a woman of talents and many virtues her kindness her good works are in abundance. Her children are safe her family is fed there is always bread on her table. She is a refuge a shelter a fortress a safe stronghold. She is a woman who fears the Lord.

She is copper her body's fragrances are of pure balm scents of exotic perfumes, her skin is soft smooth of creams and secret lotions. Her waist is slender a crystal glass stem with promise of new vine.

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The King's orchards and vineyards carry wonderful choice grape and all the sweetest of fruits, the finest of dates, peaches pears apricots apples and oranges, figs litchis mangos and mulberries.

There is cool shade and refreshing are the breezes in the splendid gardens of Solomon. The lawns are tended with care on clear ponds plants such as the lilly and lotus floats and blossoms, birds sing and doves coo of romance while swans glide serene in graceful love. Fresh with morning many dewed pink roses blush and as sweet are many joyful flowers in all their loveliness. Gently they open crisp in bloom as well as roses soft white bright red yellow and more, and canna and lilac too.

The palace gates are pillars of polished marble and of wrought iron. They are guarded by chosen soldiers of the King. Strong oak doors are decorated in brass they are works of art. A prince could lose himself in your dark tresses and fiery love all night and until the morning, with break of dawn and the first dewdrops.

Lovely and beloved my darling my dove, my princess my bride my hope my love!
All my fountains are in thee!

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