*This has to be the best thing that was ever written by anyone. Ever. I am sure I’ve read it a 1000 times.
The Shulammite by Jacob Fichman
You are the Shulammite.
A bird forgotten in a vineyard;
a heart that flowered in a desolate land.
And lost among the spicebearing mountains,
heartsick, you seek your lover.
Are you so overwrought because
your brothers shamed you?
So hurt because the shepherds sneered at you?
You only, with your innocent charm, like a sword,
split the heart of the world.
You are loved.