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Beautiful one,

You ravish my heart,
my sweetheart, my promised bride,
you ravish my heart
with the looks of your eyes,
with the necklace you are wearing.
What spells lie in your love,
my love, my promised bride,
How pleasing is your love than fine, rare wine!
How fragrant your perfumes,
more exotic than all spices!
The kisses of your lips, my love,
tastes of honey.
Every syllable you speak,
is a delicacy to savor;
and the scents of your cloths
is like the scents of Lebanon.

Please be mine.
                                Your sovereign,
                                               I,
                                       King Tyre.

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