Song Of Solomon 4:7, “Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.” Song Of Solomon 5-8-9, “I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. What is thy beloved more than another beloved, O thou fairest among women? what is thy beloved more than another beloved, that thou dost so charge us?”
I have been in love with a young Christian woman since 2017, who visits across the street from me. She used to live across the street in 2017, but then moved away last year to my sadness. Now she visits, sometimes a few times in a week; or sometimes I don't see her for a couple weeks, and my heart aches in loneliness to see her again. She is my happy thought.
I lay thinking of her today, tears upon my pillow, hurting to be near her and part of her life. I wrote this poem for her, about her, which I hope she will read from my heart.
Abby is her name.
Abby, 'tis such a pretty name, to match your dainty and charm, I pray and wish our hearts could be one, holding each by the arm; You bring me happy thoughts, thinking of you throughout the day, always praying that perhaps one day, you'll feel the same way.
You captured my heart four years ago, on a sunny spring day, as I watched you cut the grass, and my heart was mowed away; I think you are an amazing creature, spectacular by far, I wouldn't change anything about you, I love you as you are.
Painting on the roof, working in the yard, I see Abby work so hard, She's special to me, for all to see, earning my highest regard; I pray one day she would be my wife, the happiest thought of my life, but if it's not meant to be, only God can set my heart's love for her free.
Abby is her lovely name.