Sheva

To the white forest of emotions and,
To the black forest of love;
But Sheva is your name and,
One day you will fly up high like a kite.

You've got everything but,
The rain dropa are like the tears on your face;
So, how calm are the pillows of your love?

Commitmment and faithfulness,
Mercy and loving-kindness;
But the fruit of your tree is measured by your muse!
For a virtuous woman is the crown of the husband.