Rise up my love
my fair one
For us the winter's past
the rain is over and gone
The flowers appear
on this earth
The time of singing has come
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land
The fig tree puts forth
her green figs and life
The vines with tenderness
brings forth the grapes
Giving a good smell
Rise up my love
my fair one
Oh my dove to the clefts
of my rock
In the secret place
of the cliffs
Let me see your face
hear your voice
For your voice is sweet
and your face lovely
David
Please tell me what you think
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I like the change from the usual, the shorter lines, that probably are the same length, but wrapped around.
Looks like my style is sometimes, that is if i have a style!
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PRECIOUS!
You always put your heart and soul into your writing....always leaving me wanting to read more....so beautiful here, David....smiles, Terry
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