How beautiful and pleasing
You are with your delights
Your scent as if crushed lillies
Kiss your skin each night
Sixty birds of morning there may be
But my dove, you alone are ever she
The only one who captivates my soul
The only one with power to set me free
Place me like a lock upon your heart
My sweet, I'll forever do the same
For love, unyielding as the grave
Burns within; an everlasting flame
Awake! thee wind from the north
Carry my dove through the heat of the night
That I might meet her in the sky
My bride; my beauty delight
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