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My beloved! 
Your love is written with a pen of iron
And with the point of a diamod,
It is graven upon the tablet of my heart.

My beloved!
They say unto me,
where is the word from your lover?
let it come now.

I sleep, but my heart waketh
It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh
saying; my sunshine, my queen, my soulmate, my dove
open to me, for your love i remember than wine.

My beloved! As for me,
I have not hastened from being the partner to follow you
Neither have i desired than a glorious day.

My beloved! 
Thou knoweth,
That which came out of my lips was not feign
I will be your hope in the day of evil.

My beloved is mine!
I am his,
He feedeth among the kings...

©preshpen
09/12/20