Formation

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves does spring boundless like the antelopes afield whose consumations thus give to herds their yield like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs so skillfully lifts the music of his hands gathers those who so listen from their stands and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago to find a soul whose depth as rich as he so many I had scanned though did not see the like of him in any people I did know Thus to my chambers I would him chance but he would have to leave the fields flocks exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks or partake the tables spread in harlots dance To waltz like winged bird upon the wind whose unseen direction comes from whence and depth of feelings that make not sense didst this emotion upon mine heart descend Tis now two years I have you letters sent to give mine thoughts you by song I sing that you might understand like bird on wing the nature of the truth in word now lent From the depths of what is true these words now formed whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass whose God has these feelings within adorned So has long in word have emptied out her soul that he might read and see what is her past so fashion to his reason and understanding cast thus the secret person within might come to know Could he not know that every word was given voice to paint a picture of what is of Love and True a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue that he might clearly see and make a choice Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky whose movements formed by mists and winds invisible from where all courses begot sends and by word have fully fashioned what is I Source : Song of Solomon COPYRIGHT © 2011 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC