Beauty of a Woman
The beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she wears.
The figure she carries
or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
is not in a facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman
is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion that she shows,
The beauty of a woman with passing
years-only grows.
Lucky is the man
who is the first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman,
who is the last love.
Strength of a Man
The strength of a man
isn’t seen in the width of his shoulders.
It is seen in the width of his arms
that encircle you.
The strength of a man
isn’t in the deep tone of his voice.
It is in the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man
isn’t how buddies he has.
It is how good a buddy
he is with his kids.
The strength of a man
isn’t in how respected he is at work.
It is in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man
isn’t in how hard he hits.
It is in how tender he touches.
The strength of a man
isn’t how many women he’s loved by.
It is in can be true to one woman.
The strength of a man
isn’t in the weight he can lift.
It is in the burdens
he can understand and overcome
The Song of Songs
(also known as the Song of Solomon)
is one of the greatest pieces of erotic literature ever written. Consisting of intense expressions of physical love, this classic poem describes the voluptuous beauty of lovers longing for one another. With a uniquely feminine perspective, its language is seductive and intimate, conveying an immediate, sensuous, and intoxicating desire.
"I am dark and beautiful, O daughters of Jerusalem . . ."
Sinéad O'Connor
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Song of Solomon
Tommy Nelson
There is radical equality with both lovers desiring to share in it with equal intensity. Love is seen as a communion of souls.
This passage seems operatic. It describes a young man appearing at his beloved’s window just before dawn, wooing her into the countryside blossoming with springtime life and promise. The maiden makes a statement that beautifully describes the mutuality of marriage, “My lover belongs to me, and I to him.” He then declares the ferocity of love, for just as stern as death is, love is even more relentless.
Love is eternal.
