Beloved 

  I am a rose of Sharon,
       a lily of the valleys.

Lover

 Like a lily among thorns
       is my darling among the maidens.

Beloved

  Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest
       is my lover among the young men.
       I delight to sit in his shade,
       and his fruit is sweet to my taste.  
He has taken me to the banquet hall,
       and his banner over me is love.
  Strengthen me with raisins,
       refresh me with apples,
       for I am faint with love.
  His left arm is under my head,
       and his right arm embraces me.
  Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you
       by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
       Do not arouse or awaken love
       until it so desires.
  Listen! My lover!
       Look! Here he comes,
       leaping across the mountains,
       bounding over the hills.
  My lover is like a gazelle or a young stag.
       Look! There he stands behind our wall,
       gazing through the windows,
       peering through the lattice.
  My lover spoke and said to me,
       "Arise, my darling,
       my beautiful one, and come with me.
  See! The winter is past;
       the rains are over and gone.
  Flowers appear on the earth;
       the season of singing has come,
       the cooing of doves
       is heard in our land.
  The fig tree forms its early fruit;
       the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
       Arise, come, my darling;
       my beautiful one, come with me."  -Song of Solomon 2:1-13