Rose of Sharon
You are my Rose of Sharon, My Other, My Lily of the Valley, I play for you My flute, The Song of Songs without words, but with an Open heart, My Other, My Beloved. I sing for you, Not in whispers, but in full and toned sounds! On the Hill side we stroll With your King at your side which makes you my Queen. Match your eyes, to the city lights, a twinkling. the Greens and Blues the subtle hues dance in the whites of your eyes and you gaze at me with not just your eyes, but with an open soul. Filling this open vessel from empty to full. We are The Song of Solomon, Your are My Beloved. My Other.