Like a Lilly Among Thorns

This was a poem I wrote not long ago for a girl. Now I leave it for my future wife, wherever she may be....here is a poem for you, my love, most of it was taken from the Songs of Solomon:

Like a lily among thorns
       is my darling among the maidens.
            My dove in the clefts of the rock,
                        in the hiding places on the mountainside,
                                    show me your face,
                                                let me hear your voice;
                                                            for your voice is sweet,
                                                                        and your face is lovely.

                                                                        How beautiful you are, my darling!
                                                            Oh, how beautiful!
                                                Your eyes are doves.
                                   Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon;
                        your mouth is lovely.
             All beautiful you are, my darling;
  there is no flaw in you.

You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride;
       you have stolen my heart
            with one glance of your eyes,
                        with one jewel of your necklace.
                                    How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride!
                                                How much more pleasing is your love than wine,
                                                            and the fragrance of your perfume than any spice!

                                                      Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
                                                milk and honey are under your tongue.
                                    You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride;
                        you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain.
            I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;
  I have gathered my myrrh with my spice.

  I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;
            I have drunk my wine and my milk.
                        And I ask you, my sister, my bride,
                                    Look down from your window seal, see my lonely feet
                                                They traveled all this way to see your face
                                                            To feel the warmth of your embrace.
                                                                        Look out your window, my love.
And I hope that you will see me here. 
       Looking back at you.