How delight is your love than wine

Song of songs 4:9-5:1
You have stolen my heart, my sister , my bride, with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
How delight is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!
You are garden locked up, my sister, my bride, your are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
Beloved: Bride:
Awake, north wind, and come, south wind! Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread abroad. Let my lover come into his garden and taste its choice fruits.
Lover: I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my hiney; I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Why?
She has tolen his heart, fired his senses, and he longs to take her for his own.
The bride invites the bridegroom to enjoy his garden- herself.
When bride open her heart to bridegroom, her beauty and her love like a garden, they delight the joy each other
 How?
 Awake, north wind and come south wind! Blow on my garden that its fragrance may spread aboard. A beautiful poem, a beautiful scene of love. True love make us delight.