For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone.

I opened to my beloved; but my beloved left; and had gone away. My heart went out when he spoke. I looked for him, but I didn't find him. I called him, but he didn't answer.

Where has your beloved gone, you fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned, that we may seek him with you? Beloved

My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies.

Many waters can't quench love, neither can floods drown it. If a man would give all the wealth of his house for love, he would be utterly scorned. Friends