Song of Solomon Soup

Song of Solomon
Mythological Facts

Let him kiss me with the kisses
Of his mouth
Among the lilies
Upon the mountain of spices
My beloved is like a gazelle
As an apple tree
His fruit was sweet to my taste
I sought him but found him not
His eyes are like doves
Ah you are beautiful my love
Your eyes are doves
Behind your veil
His desire is for me

 

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