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You were merely like a sister, Who nursed the breast of my mother; We kissed at a coming twister, But treated me like a brother. For I should never be despised, I would lead you into my house; My mother had always chastised, For desiring you as my spouse. I would give you spiced wine to drink, Your left hand was under my head; Your right hand embraced as you think, Of heavenly love we are fed. I adjure you to wake my love, Not stirring up until it pleases; Knowing that the Lord up above, Is causing the gentle breezes. Who comes up from the wilderness, And slept under the apple tree; Where your mother the Lord did bless, A labor of love did break free. Set me as a seal on your heart, To be a seal upon your arm; Since His Spirit will not depart, With a love that will never harm. For love can be stronger than death, Jealousy is fierce as a grave; Flashes of fire from the breath, That passion enabled to slave. The vehement flame of the Lord, Cannot quench love of the waters; For His love cannot be ignored, A blessing of sons and daughters. If a man is offered for the love, Of all the wealth within His house; Then he would be despised thereof, To have such a love for his spouse. Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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