How beautiful you are, my darling. Your eyes are doves.
Her beloved
@herbeloved · 8 posts
You’ve stolen my heart.
She calls me her beloved, and sometimes her king. I call her my darling, my dove, my bride. Some say I’m Solomon; others say I’m a shepherd she loves. Either way, I only have eyes for her.
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Replying to @shulammite
Like a lily among thorns. That’s you, next to the other girls.
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Get up, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one. The winter’s over. The rain’s gone. The flowers are out, the doves are singing, the figs are ripening. Come away.
How beautiful you are, my darling. So beautiful. Your eyes are doves behind your veil. You’re beautiful all over. There’s not a flaw in you.
You’ve stolen my heart, my bride. With one look.
My bride is a garden locked up. A spring shut away. A sealed fountain.
Sixty queens, eighty concubines, more young women than you could count. But my dove, my perfect one, is the only one. Even the queens sing her praises.
You out in the gardens. My friends are listening for your voice. Let me hear it.