601 - His cheeks Are as a Bed of Spices

We put our hands back in the box and Sas handed me the
wedding ring.  I took a deep breath and
began to recite, as if to my priest -- 
Selinae's Answer to the God.


1:  "Oh, Thou, my
beloved.  Thou art white and pure and
clean, and greater than ten thousand stars upon the veil of night.  His head is as the most fine gold."


2: "His eyes are the eyes of dove by the river side, His
skin as