Song of Solomon
3:1-3
By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
The watchmen that go about the city found me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my soul loveth?
Why did you hide from me
I beseeched you ernestly
In city streets and
Lanes paved wide
Across heaven's horizons
I sought your face
My soul longed for you
Every watchman watched
But none could help me
Find you who I desired
Above the touch of strangers
That I will always shun
By night I dreamed
Of your sweet voice
Calling out to me
Calling me from evensong
In the quietest hour
Twixt now and then
Though in all faith
I prayed without ceasing
I fasted on my knees
I called you by name
But you answered not
Your essence still lingers
Around every memory
Those that keep count
Of us who are alone
Cannot erase the stain of tears
As there is no grace
Sufficient to make an art
Of being one forbidden love
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