“My well-beloved is mine and I am his.” Love was their banqueting-house, Love was their wine, Love was their ensign; love was his inciting, Love was her fainting; Love was his apples, Love was her comfort; love was his embracing, love was her refreshing; Love made him see her, Love made her seek him; Love made him wed her, Love made her follow him; …. Love bred our fellowship, Let love continue it, and love shall increase it until death dissolves it.
My heart is like a singing bird…
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
– Christina Rossetti
Mrs. Fatima Al-Baz
Ghaida Makki – G7