Let him kiss me over and over again! Your love is better than wine.

(The Shulammite Bride)
“While the king was at his table,
My perfume (Solomon) sent forth [his] fragrance [surrounding me].

He brought me to the banqueting-house, And his banner over me was love.

Listen! My love is approaching.
Look! Here he comes,
leaping over the mountains,
bounding over the hills.

For, lo, the winter is past; The rain is over and gone;

Thou art, all over, beautiful, my fair one, and, blemish, is there none in thee.

His hands rings of gold completed in Tarshish: his bowels wrought ivory covered over with sapphires.

“Before I was aware, my soul set me
Over the chariots of my noble people.”

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

And the roof of thy mouth like the best wine, ... That goeth down smoothly for my beloved, And stealeth over the lips of them that are asleep.

The mandrakes give [off their] fragrance, and {over our doorway is every kind of delicious fruit}; both {fresh and dried fruit I have stored up} for you, O my beloved.

The Beloved to Her Lover: Set me like a cylinder seal over your heart, like a signet on your arm. For love is as strong as death, passion is as unrelenting as Sheol. Its flames burst forth, it is a blazing flame.