He took me to the house of wine, and his flag over me was love.

For, see, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone;

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 your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.