in reply, borrowing from Song of Songs:
More delightful is your love than wine.
My lover belongs to me and I to him.
I sought him, whom my heart loves. I sought him but I did not find him.
I will rise then and go about the city.
In the streets and crossings I will seek him whom my heart loves.
I found him whom my heart loves. I took hold of him and would not let him go.
Set me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm, for stern as death is love, relentless as the nether world is devotion; its flames are a blazing fire.
Deep waters cannot quench love, nor floods sweep it away. Were one to offer all he owns to purchase love, he would be roundly mocked.
With your gentleness you came at a time of deep sorrow and with your gentleness you waited and with your gentleness you waited until I saw.
And you have nestled in my heart forevermore. There’s one you won’t find written anywhere but on my heart.
I need to find a way to keep my socks from being blown clean off.
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