You are a garden fountain, a well of
as refreshing as the streams from the
" Young Woman: "Awake, north wind!
Come, south wind!
Blow on my garden and waft its
lovely perfume to my lover.
Let him come into his
garden and eat its choicest fruits."
Young lovers Oh cherish the day,
Take time to smell the roses,
Before Divine scents pass your way,
Love waits on not the supposes.
Love's a sweet passionate desire,
Young lovers cherish the day,
When a holy union’s higher,
Love better than wine does stay.
Let the beauty of the flower,
Be a rose among the thorns,
Sweet is the garden that showers,
Cherish that day and not morn.
Wells of living water stream,
Sweeter than honey or wine,
Young lovers cherish blush’s gleam,
Take time, smell the rose Divine.
June 2, 2005