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In the tender verses of the Song of Solomon,

A whisper of longing, a love so unbroken,

“May he kiss me,” the soul does cry,

With the kisses of his mouth, under the azure sky.

 

For your love, oh Lord, is sweeter than wine,

Divine affection, pure and fine,

In the garden of devotion, hearts entwine,

In the dance of love, the spirits align.

 

With each kiss, a touch of grace,

In the sacred embrace, we find our place,

Your love, a melody, a celestial rhyme,

In the rhythm of eternity, for all time.

 

The fragrance of roses, the scent of dawn,

In the embrace of love, we are reborn,

In the depths of the soul, your presence divine,

In the whispers of love, your essence entwine.

 

So let us dance in the vineyard of love,

Where the stars above, shine from high above,

In the sweetness of your embrace, we find our shrine,

For your love, oh Lord, is sweeter than wine.

 

In the symphony of devotion, we surrender all,

In the lover’s call, we heed the call,

With each kiss, a glimpse of the divine,

For your love, oh Lord, is sweeter than wine.

 

So let us drink deeply from the cup of grace,

In the embrace of love, find our resting place,

For in your love, we find our true design,

For your love, oh Lord, is sweeter than wine.

 

In the sacred dance of the soul’s romance,

In the tender glance, we find our trance,

In the echoes of eternity, your love does shine,

For your love, oh Lord, is sweeter than wine.

[Song of Solomon 1]