The King's Beauty Poem by Sharon Smith

Oh virgins sing thy praises..uplift
Thoust run after Him..this Wonderous gift
Let me speak to thee hence..must I ask ye thrice?
Do not awaken Love..lest we pay its price
Ye whispers they do echo..Oh concubines
of His beauty..His Countenance..as One that shines
like the sun; gives forth heat..behold that a treasure
to cast eyes upon Him..a soul's sweet pleasure
His eyes..yet dark as a precious wine..
And alabaster His skin..childlike and Divine
Enticing..His locks of the raven; Oh eyes
cannot draw away..mine lovelorn sighs
Shadows are cast..as they kiss this His cheek
Embracing His mouth..not one better thoust seek
Oh but Thine smile be this lovelier than all
Awakening love my Beloved..a pleasured call
Creases 'round Thy mouth..masterpiece alas framed
A smile never been witnessed..nor ne'er before named.
Love's foe turn from Thee..thy battle now be lost..
and demon spawn..into the depths thou art tossed
Lay betwixt my breasts..be my bundle of myrhh
Heal this mine heart..a longing it doth stir
Oh daughters be still, hear my word oh so fine
I am my Beloved's..and my Beloved be mine.