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_My love is beautiful and sweet; she is like a pale / pink rose full of the glory of dew and sun. Sharon's / garden knows not a bloom so fair as she. Persia holds / not a fragrance so heavenly in its perfumed bowers.
Oh, my wondrous love, pour thy scented charm into / the chalice of my longing heart; fill with thy fresh / splendour the air I breathe; and give me youth to / spend on thee, my well-beloved. I am the gardener, / born to tend one flower. My flower is the radiance of / a dawn in June. Like a veil of glowing pearls my love / spreads her light; she is my morning, my joy of perfect / hours. I will sing to her the song fresh roses raise / from their delicious petals when night departs and / they rejoice, sun-kissed, when all the east is rich in / gold. Lovely is my bloom. Her soul is the first blossom / given by Him who made the loveliness of Spring._