My beloved responded and said to me, "Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along.  For behold, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone.  The flowers have already appeared in the land; The time has arrived for pruning the vines, And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.  The fig tree has ripened its figs, And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance.  Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, And come along!"

 

  And I say, "Your love is better than wine.  Your oils have a pleasing fragrance, Your name is like purified oil; Draw me after you and let us run together!"

                                     from Song of Solomon, Chapters 1 and 2