Beauty: Although I am black, I am really beautiful. Ladies, don't underestimate me.
Dear: You are the most beautiful woman.
Jiaren: You are Impatiens.
Dear: My love, you are beautiful! You are beautiful!
Jiaren: You are beautiful and lovely. I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley.
Lover: You are a lily.
Jiaren: You are an apple tree.
Dear: My love, you are beautiful! You are beautiful! My love, you are so beautiful and flawless! My sister, my bride, you have taken my heart away!
Jiaren: The thought of love makes me sick.
Daughters: You are the most beautiful among women.
Jiaren: My lover is white and red, above ten thousand people. He is very cute and my lover and friend.
Beloved: My perfect person is the only one. Many women call her lucky, and the queen and concubines also praise her.
Dear: My love, you are so beautiful! How delightful! Make people happy.
Jiaren: I will give you my love and I will save it for you. No one should despise me.
Because of the initiative of the lover and the willingness to love, the beautiful woman was lifted up step by step from the humble position and admitted that she was beautiful. She was called beautiful and blessed, higher than the queen's concubines. The lover also confirms that she is beautiful, complete and flawless. Because of her jealous love, the lover wants to belong to the lover alone.
God's love is like this. He took the initiative to mobilize his love and said to me, church: you have taken my heart, you are flawless, my sister, my bride.
So much so that I, the church in love, have seen God, know God, can tell his beauty, describe his appearance, recognize his identity and status, call him a lover and friend, and want to belong to God alone!