You Looked At Me, And I Fell In Love

       Come with me from Lebanon, my bride. Leave Lebanon behind, and come. Leave your high mountain hideaway. Abandon your wilderness seclusion, Where you keep company with lions and panthers guard your safety. You've captured my heart, dear friend. You looked at me, and I fell in love.

One look my way and I was hopelessly in love! How beautiful your love, dear, dear friend— 

far more pleasing than a fine, rare wine, your fragrance more exotic than select spices. 

The kisses of your lips are honey, my love, every syllable you speak a delicacy to savor.
Your clothes smell like the wild outdoors, the ozone scent of high mountains.

Dear lover and friend, you're a secret garden, a private and pure fountain. Body and soul, you are paradise, a whole orchard of succulent fruits— Ripe apricots and peaches, oranges and pears; Nut trees and cinnamon, and all scented woods; Mint and lavender, and all herbs aromatic; 

A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.

Song of Solomon 4:7-9

A garden fountain, sparkling and splashing, fed by spring waters from the Lebanon mountains.

Song of Solomon 4:7-9

Doves Eyes by Misty Edwards
Psalm 45:7-9
The Message (MSG)

6-7 "Your throne is God's throne,
ever and always;
The scepter of your royal rule
measures right living.
You love the right
and hate the wrong.
And that is why God, your very own God,

poured fragrant oil on your head,
Marking you out as king
from among your dear companions.

8-9 "Your ozone-drenched garments
are fragrant with mountain breeze.
Chamber music—from the throne room—
makes you want to dance.
Kings' daughters are maids in your court,
the Bride glittering with golden jewelry.

Beloved Warrior Bride of LOVE

Carrie Rebecca Love Grace Jones
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