“My beloved is mine and I am his. Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth – for his love is more delightful than wine. Let him lead me to the banquet hall and let his banner over me be love. Let my beloved come into his precious garden and taste his choicest fruit. I sat down under his shadow with great delight and his fruit was sweet to my taste. And at the door are all manner of precious fruits new and old that I have laid up for him. I would give him spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates. I am my beloved’s and he is mine.” - Song of Songs Part 1/?







