Beloved, My Rose
To Me, you are a flower beyond compare. Exquisite is the make up of your unique structure. Fragrant and appealing are you to Me, thus in maturing, you gain a weathering of seasons lived- that patina’s the surface of a well used anchor! The markings of your sojourn beautify your countenance, in fact, only sweeter is your incandescence (glow)... the pleasure of words and abandoned affection. I see a bride whose longings remain for the One, tried and true, Lover in all seasons; who tenderly values the bloom of a well tended, all weathers “cream of the crop”, ready for picking by the One, who’s delighted always in your very making! Selah
Song of Songs 4:6-7
The sweet fragrant curves of your body,
the soft, spiced contours of your flesh
Invite me, and I come.
I stay until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.
You’re beautiful from head to toe, my dear love,
beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.