The Song of Songs

You have stolen my heart, my sister, you have stolen it, my bride, with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How beautiful are your breasts, my sister, my bride! Your love is more fragrant than wine, and your perfumes sweeter than any spices. Your lips drop sweetness like the honeycomb, my bride, honey and milk are under your tongue, and your dress has the scent of Lebanon. verses 9, 10 & 11; chapter 4; The Song of Songs; The Holy Bible