How Beautiful You Are, My Love

How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful to me:

your eyes, a flight of pure delight, are wonderful to see;

your hair that flows in gentle slopes, your curls reflecting light;

your teeth that shine ‘tween lips so fine when smiles come into sight.


Your cheeks, all four, which I adore, are flush with passion’s heat.

Your neck just right for one your height, adorned with gems replete.

Like fawns among the lilies are the breasts that I behold;

for as you breathe they move beneath some clothing meant to hold.


Unto your fragrant mountain we will hasten in this chase,

and be swept off to lands abroad where we shall have our ways.

We’ll make a home where lions roamed and leopards lept and roared.

The peaks up there will come to bear the weight of our concord. 


Photo: by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash

Source:   Song of Solomon 4:1-8

Text:  David Alexander, 2021   CC BY-SA

Tune: Maria’s Lovesang, Public Domain

Score:  Used by Permission

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