How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights!

Song of songs 7:1-13

How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights! Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit. I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of grapes on the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples, and your mouth like the best wine.

May the wine go straight to my beloved, flowing gently over lips and teeth. I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me. Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside, let us spend the night in the villages. Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my love. The mandrakes send out their fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, both new and old, that I have stored up for you, my beloved.

Again the bridegroom marvels at the beauty of his bride, ever more intimate in his description. He cannot tear his eyes away. Every detail is perfection. His mind and senses leap to the moment of possession.

The bride loves him utterly, without reserve, longing to give herself to him - in all the glory of the springtime.

Why?

This is a love song, between man and woman, the lovers. They love each other and give themself to their love fully.

I belong to my beloved, so I have no freedom to devote myself to others. For my heart is belong to her.

How?

Real love is devoted all to my lover fully!