The Bride's Beauty Extolled

Behold, you are beautiful my love. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats moving down the slopes of Gilead. While the day breathes and the shadows flee, I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh, and the hill of frankincense. You have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. A garden locked is my sister, my bride. A fountain sealed. Her chutes are an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits,. henna and nard. Nard and saffron, kalimas and cinnamon, with