To A Daughter Of The Most High Poem by Yehoshua Shim'onai

Who is this daughter that's sweet to my sight
This maiden that's to my heart's a delight?
For my heart's taken by her smile so bright
And captured by her dovely eyes so light.

I beheld her with her peaceful glances
Gazed 'pon her beauty - her soul's quietness;
And I took delight in her loveliness,
Being taken by her face's sweetness.

For her beauty is not of jewelry
Nor of the aesthetics of the silly
'Tis not even of dressing fancily
Nor of seductive speech of her body.

But her beauty is of what is hidden
From her heart, desirable and golden;
Her beauty is of the woman within
And created by the Lord of heaven.

Behold, the innocence her smile displays
And the shalom that I see in her face -
'Tis the true comeliness I want to chase,
The love I'm asking from the God of grace.

The pur'ty in your eyes overwhelms me
Like those of the Shulamite - they're lovely;
Your face of calmness, so sweet and comely,
Is better than my delight in honey.

Your beauty, O daughter of the Highest
Is beauty which to me is the choicest
Like morning star 'mongst the hosts, shines brightest
Like a sweet wine in tavern, the finest!

Yet, 'pon God - should you be the one - I wait
In pray'r and work, holding on to the faith
For your worth is as the espousals' date -
I shall be waiting and shall not faint!

(8/14/13)