@Beloved: Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Weather report: The winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of ♫ http://tinysong.com/Fz9 is heard in our land
@bittman: The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
RT @god: Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for swee…
Take us the foxes, the little foxes http://tinyurl.com/c98zpp, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. Pls RT