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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