Song 4.11 |Lips

Thy lips speak of dark things, sometimes.
O my spouse, comfort me;
Drop as the honeycomb into my soul.
Honey and milk are your pleasant words,
Under thy tongue lay wisdom;
And the smell of a quiet morning.
Thy garments are filled with harmony,
A scent which is 
Like the smell of Lebanon.

Published by David B. Smith

Author, podcaster, pastor, and Big Pappa to my grandchildren.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s