The Dance Of Love
How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful!
Your eyes are like those of the doves.
Your lips are like a thread of scarlet;
How beautiful your mouth, my lover-my love.
Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away
For winter is past and the rain is gone,
Yes, Spring is here; flowers are blooming.
Can you not hear the turtledove's song?
Call to me, my lover-my love, call to me
Let me hear your lovely voice and see your lovely face.
Before the dawn comes and the shadows flee away-
Call to me, my lover-my love...call to me, my love.
I am here in the garden, my darling, my bride!
You are so beautiful, my lover-my love.
You have ravished my heart, my lovely one, my bride.
With one glance of your eyes, I am overcome.
How sweet is your love, my darling, my bride-
How much better it is than fine wine.
The aroma of your love is better than rich spices;
I am yours, my bride, and you are mine!
I am here my beloved, I am the one you desire.
Let us go out into the fields and the groves-
Let us rise up early and go to the vineyards
And there I will give you my love.
How beautiful are your feet, my lover-
Let us dance the dance of true love.
How beautiful you are, my love, how beautiful!
Your eyes are like those of the dove's.
(Inspired by Song of Solomon, TLB)
Copyright © 2004 Barbara Thompson Young
