Who is the young woman,
Out of the wilderness;
And see what she has done,
Filled with such cleverness.
Her hand holds her beloved,
They woke under a tree;
By a blessing from God,
Overlooking the sea.
Under the apple tree,
You went under labor;
Giving a birth to see,
God granted you favor.
She went into labor,
And had given me birth;
A moment to savor,
Here on the planet earth.
Please wear me like a ring,
Signet ring on your heart;
Because of love you bring,
And never to depart.
Like the ring on your hand,
Love overpowers death;
Devotion to demand,
Till parting of last breath.
Devotion unyielding,
Unyielding as the grave;
For as two are building,
Relationship to save.
The flames of desire,
Are the flames of the Lord;
Flames of love are fire,
Must be loved and adored.
Water can never quench,
No matter the amount;
Raging water not drench,
Flames that are paramount.
Rivers not wash away,
Neither can the floods drown;
If the husband does not stray,
Their love will never frown.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
