the gift that keeps on giving
is coming to my house
like a wild deer at my doorway
he was suddenly so close
the beams are made of cedar wood
the rafters made of fir
the garden hols a fountain
honeycomb and myrrh
i walked along the broadways
looking for my love
i asked among the watchmen
have you seem my love?
promise not to wake him sisters
let him sleep his time
he comforts me with apples
sucourrs me with wine