The heart of a woman is tender and sweet
It hears all you say with in the heart
Your whispers, dreams,your restlessness in love
She yields, your wish her command
While afar in skies her heart flies like a bird on trees it hops
Is found circling in its spot in heat
Echoes of your clarion call disturbs.
The heart of a woman , like an Aphrodite I
The Greek goddess of love , beauty and pleasure
How I hear the song of songs and sing along
“ My perfume it spreads as fragrance”
Like the spikenard plant Origen
That emits its scent when its hairy stem is rubbed
I come like a dove with apples and raisen cakes
Aphrodisiac fragrant, bush of henna entwines
Do not stir up my passion more my love!
I am lovesick for your embrace now
Let us feed among the flowers until day break
Upon the mountain Bether with fragrant spices
You run your senses, touch, sight and tongue
Over the realms of my body
The scent of your perfume, urge my lips to drip with honey
Orchard of pomegranate, you unlock in my garden
My pleasant fruit ,was always a delight to your senses
My skin,the color of wheat
The south wind blows with warmth and moisture
My beloved come into my garden
The flowers like towers on the wall
Stand in defense to tease
I yearn for you
While you walk about
Drink the wine
Set about yourself near the Lilies
That graced the banquet hall
I hold the rounded goblet bowl of love
Wait for you
While you gathered , eaten and drunk
Feast complete
Wine from the golden grapes
Tears for my eyes
Still I wait for you are my love.
Regis
Always,
Deborah
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
and all for love. Who knew?
(just kidding, Roseline)