My Beloved is pure,

brighter than a star's light,

truer than wool's white,

and veritable as blood's hue.

His warmth  encapsules,

where none who have seen it can leave,

lest they disappear as fine dust

rustled away by light breeze.

My beloved is blood, Carmine ink inscribed in me,

 I am His as He breathes in me,

My beloved has been dear and true,

and forever He shall truly be .