Young Writers Society

He is as the cluster of camphire,
as the rows of jewels,
as a chain of gold,
He is her beloved.



She is as the fountain of gardens,
as a well of living water,
as an orchard of pomegranates,
She is his love.


He is as fine as gold,
as sweet as flowers,
as excellent as cedars,
He is her beloved.


She is as a flourished vine,
as fair as the moon,
as clear as the sun,
She is his love.


It is as strong as death,
as perfect as itself,
as a seal to their hearts,
It istheir love.