Your cheeks are golden,

More rosey than an April’s bloom,

Dust, energy, toil, rest, growth 

Sitting gently home,

Kisses frequent in greetings,

Happiness gives colour 

“I have compared thee, O my love, to a company of horses in Pharaoh’s chariots. Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold. We will make thee borders of gold with studs of silver.”

‭‭Song of Solomon‬…

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