Quotes About Love

Turn your eyes away from me, for they have overcome me. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down from Gilead.

Your brow behind your veil is like a slice of pomegranate.

There are sixty queens and eighty concubines, and maidens without number,

but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the favorite of the mother who bore her. The maidens see her and call her blessed; the queens and concubines sing her praises.

Who is this who shines like the dawn, as fair as the moon, as bright as the sun, as majestic as the stars in procession?

Before I realized it, my desire had set me among the royal chariots of my people.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

Your navel is a rounded goblet; it never lacks blended wine. Your waist is a mound of wheat encircled by the lilies.

Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.

Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, the hair of your head like purple threads; the king is captured in your tresses.

How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

Your stature is like a palm tree; your breasts are clusters of fruit.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

and your mouth like the finest wine. May it flow smoothly to my beloved, gliding gently over lips and teeth.

I belong to my beloved, and his desire is for me.

Come, my beloved, let us go to the countryside; let us spend the night among the wildflowers.

Let us go early to the vineyards to see if the vine has budded, if the blossom has opened, if the pomegranates are in bloom—there I will give you my love.

The mandrakes send forth a fragrance, and at our door is every delicacy, new as well as old, that I have treasured up for you, my beloved.

O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my motherís breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

I would lead you and bring you to the house of my mother who taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates.

His left hand is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.