Song Of Songs Without Solomon

I love your wonderful voice, the timbre and tone, inflexion and intonation,
the beautiful pronunciation, I love your attitude and disposition, your nobility
in character, oh, you are my Mr Darcy, let me be Elizabeth Bennet to you,
let me be roguish and mischievous while you calm my wild spirits, let me
walk with you, talk with you, dream with you, think with you,
plan on what to do -

Because – first and foremost – you are true, you are integrity personified,
you are like a Jesus before He died, your sweetness is indescribable,
your life-giving powers immeasurable, your comfort life-giving, your essence
so sweet, being loving energy, you will always be my one great dream-love!

Oh see me grow weak, see me pray for more of this joy, see these words
you sent me recently, see the amazing delight and overpowering might of
your wonderful words, how can I sleep, lest I forget a single word of love,
formed by your mouth, expressed through your hand, sent from your mind,
created by your heart, pressed through the power of your thoughts…

How you have touched me again, how I shiver in your hand, delighting
in the colours of your words, shining in the sounds of your love, swaying
in the power of your kiss on my lips, warming to your embrace, feeling
an increase of pace, knowing that godly feeling and superhuman emotion
is gifted to me by you, by all that you do, all that you say, the whispers
I feel, the texture of you on my skin, your heartbeat, your infinite heartbeat
close to me, closer still, coming closer, you are within me, in my heart
and my mind, filling me with exultant sound, creating the sacred sublime
and making it mine…