She didn't stop running till her thighs burned

Her lungs heaved for air and to the forest she turned

She spat on the ground and gathered her skirt

Chin trembling violent, she kicked at the dirt

Rid of that place! She swore her resolve

No more! No more! would her heart there involve.

Yes, I tread the forest ground

fleeing the King by whom I've been found.

I run with the breathless exhaustion of fright

from the one who has known me full in the light

But when I fall tired besides a stream

I wonder if freedom was all that it seemed

O King! My heart

is trapped inside

the cage of my ribs.

My will is my demise.

But in my dreams he came to me

held my limp frame, poured on me myrrh

A groan from my lips- he understood

extracting the poison, he drank my wound

Then pressing his palm upon the skin

over my sick heart, I writhed for sin.

When I fell tired within his arms

he cried over me, His tears- my charm

He carried me through the gate, His love!

He laughed and he awed, His long lost dove!

He wrapped me in silk and spoke my name

hands broad and mighty, he smoothed my train

She asks, she wonders: Is this a dream?

Or is it truly all that it seems?