Who is this coming up from the desert leaning on her lover?
 

THE BELOVED:

Under the apple tree I roused you;

there your mother conceived you, 

there she who was in labor gave you birth.

Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm;

for love is as strong as death, its jealousy unyielding as the grave.

It burns like blazing fire, like the very flame of the LORD.

Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away.

If one were to give all the wealth of his house for love,

it would be utterly scorned.