Liquid Myrrh, 5:4-6, #38

“My beloved put his hand to the latch,    and my heart was thrilled within me.I arose to open to my beloved,    and my hands dripped with myrrh,my fingers with liquid myrrh,    on the handles of the bolt.”I opened to my beloved,    but my beloved had turned and gone.My soul failed me when he spoke.I sought him, but found him not;    I called

Velcro Love, 3:4-5, #25

“Scarcely had I passed them    when I found him whom my soul loves.I held him, and would not let him go    until I had brought him into my mother’s house,    and into the chamber of her who conceived me.5 I adjure you, O daughters of Jerusalem,    by the gazelles or the does of the field,that you not stir up or awaken love    until it pleases.” (3:4-5)