Tell me, love of my heart and soul,
Where are you pasturing your sheep;
How do you keep them in control?
Where are they resting as to sleep?
You wander around by the flocks,
While being their companions;
They are following as one walks,
Even when riding the stallions.
One of the beautiful women,
Thoughts of while watching the flock;
Her hair like fire in the sun,
Shining brightly as she would walk.
Just like a mare as a stallion,
So gentle and affectionate;
A lover and a companion,
Reflects when being passionate.
Ruby colored cheeks and neck of gold,
While wearing a string of pearls;
Beauty of a man looking bold,
Envious of the other girls.
A rhinestone suit studded with gold,
To wear to the feast by the king;
A banquet that I have been told,
To celebrate coming of spring.
The king gave nard with a fragrance,
An aroma that was seductive;
And having such an influence,
A scent that makes one attractive.
A fragrant pouch of myrrh for my love,
Spending the night between my breast;
Clusters of henna blooms thereof,
Makes you relaxed upon my chest.
Oh, how beautiful you are, love,
So pleasant like a bed of green;
Having eyes that are like a dove,
Such a beauty that I have seen.
Such a handsome man that you are,
You are being such a delight;
Shining glory bright as a star.
A pleasant vision for my sight.
Lush foliage covers our bed,
Beams of cedars used for the house;
I ensure that you will be fed,
As I care for my lovely spouse.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
The Beautiful Mare
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