Formation

Have you seen the man whom my soul loves

does spring boundless like the antelopes afield

whose consumations thus give to herds their yeild

like lightly soars in thermals flocks of doves

 

The strength of pillars in the sinews of his limbs

so skillfully lifts the music of his hands

gathers those who so listen from their stands

and bring pleasures where he whose talents spends

 

I had searched the mountainous valley's long ago

to find a soul whose depth as rich as he

so many I had scanned though did not see

the like of him in any people I did know

 

Thus to my chambers I would him chance

but he would have to leave the fields flocks

exclusive is the devotion behind doors locks

or partake the tables spread in harlots dance

 

To waltz like winged bird upon the wind

whose unseen direction comes from whence

and depth of feelings that make not sense

didst this emotion upon mine heart descend

 

Tis now two years I have you letters sent

to give mine thoughts you by song I sing

that you might understand like bird on wing

the nature of the truth in word now lent

 

From the depths of what is true these words now formed

whose intent to be like rain upon the fields of grass

that might turn attention to so unbeautious of lass

whose God has these feelings within adorned

 

So has long in word have emptied out her soul

that he might read and see what is her past

so fashion to his reason and understanding cast 

thus the secret person within might come to know

 

Could he not know that every word was given voice

to paint a picture of what is of Love and True

a gift wrapped like music in a tonal hue

that he might clearly see and make a choice

 

Thus seen like wisps of clouds in boundless sky

whose movements formed by mists and winds

invisible from where all courses begot sends

and by word have fully fashioned what is I

 

Source : Song of Solomon