I await your arrival into my reality.
Once I asked you to return
To me.
Are you a mirage?
My lips are parched like the desert.
I wish you would awaken my love.
My heart has been captured and
I never wish to be released from your tender embrace.
Take me to our bed, where we can love one another into ecstacy.
I will love you and care for you as a helpmate for life.
I will dwell in your tent forever as Ruth did for Boaz.
I love you, my darling.
May God bless you.
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