It stirs something in her memory....
The soft breeze on her face
The sun so bright it blinds her eyes
Her heart begins to bud and open like a flower in bloom
Even the birds in the trees chatter and sing in anticipation
*Arise north wind! Come, south wind!
blow upon my garden that it's
perfumes may spread abroad.
Let us go early to the vineyards
if the vines are in bloom.
If the pomegranates have blossomed,
There will I give you my love.
*Song of Songs 4:16, 7:13