“I look at the door and wait. Hoping that she’ll come in at any moment, but…”
Set me as a seal upon thine heart;
as a seal upon thine arm;
for love is strong as death;
& jealousy is cruel as the grave.
& the lamps thereof are fire and flames.
Whither thou goest, I will go.
Where thou diest, will I die.
And there will I be buried.
The Angel do so to me, and more also,
if aught but death part thee and me.