She’s God’s bride and wears his wedding ring
There’s a spring to her steps and a glow to her face
Her ministering, hastening footsteps bless the earth
And brother wind gently strokes her cheeks.

She’s wedded to the Lord and is entirely his
There’s an invisible cloak-like aura around her
It glows like moonlight on still waters
And virgin snow on lap of meadow grass.

She’s a single fully bloomed garden rose
On whose petals all bees may alight
A married damsel is a bunch of cut flowers
Intricately woven into a wedding garland.

Mountain streams rush to merge in the sea
But still lake waters sustain life all around
Her heart is an inviting wide open cave
With no doors to shut behind you to enslave.