A sonnet

How beautiful you are, my love, how very beautiful!
Your love is better than wine; your perfume more fragrant than any spice.
The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling. What a magnificent girl you are!
The curve of your thighs is like the work of an artist.
Your navel is a rounded bowl that never lacks mixed wine.
Your breasts are like two fawns, twins of gazelle.
You are graceful as a palm tree, and your breasts are clusters of dates.
I will climb the palm tree and pick it's fruit!
Your kisses are like the best wine that goes down smoothly, gliding over lips and teeth.
How lovely you are, how exquisite; how complete he delights of your love!