Behind The Veil

Threescore of queens
Fourscore of concubines
Virgins without numbers
Like the clusters of the vines

But you are one my dove
You are the one
You have conquered my love
Fair as the pale Moon
Glorious as the Sun

Awesome like the army of stars in the sky
Infinite and wide
Thy breasts are like fruits that I long to taste
That I long to hold

You are so fair so beautiful and bold
You are my love, my flawless one
With you I will forever be