You’re so beautiful, my darling,
so beautiful, and your dove eyes are veiled
By your hair as it flows and shimmers,
like a flock of goats in the distance
streaming down a hillside in the sunshine.
Your smile is generous and full--
expressive and strong and clean.
Your lips are jewel red,
your mouth elegant and inviting,
your veiled cheeks soft and radiant.
The smooth, lithe lines of your neck
command notice—all heads turn in awe and admiration!
Your breasts are like fawns,
twins of a gazelle, grazing among the first spring flowers.
The sweet, fragrant curves of your body,
the soft, spiced contours of your flesh
Invite me, and I come. I stay
until dawn breathes its light and night slips away.
You’re beautiful from head to toe, my dear love,
beautiful beyond compare, absolutely flawless.
Song of Solomon 4:1-7
Standing your ground isn't always such a good thing.
When you are intentional about this - refusing to budge no matter the circumstance or issue - you risk standing alone. As usual, I could start a debate with myself about the potential virtues of standing alone but this isn't that type of "alone".
I met a girl. She wasn't just any girl. She was absolutely unlike any girl I had ever encountered. She made me pause. She made me stare. She made my jaw drop. Her presence made me unable to articulate. She was indescribable - even Solomon in all his wisdom would not have been able to illustrate who she was. I often referenced sculpted marble depicting greek goddesses when describing her. Not only was her beauty unparalleled, but her wit and vision were beyond the scope of anyone I'd ever encountered. I didn't know such a girl could exist.
So, why does someone screw something like this up? Why was I so hard and stubborn? Why did I make life tough?
That is the unanswerable question.
I only know what I'd do now if I were able to go back. But I can't do that. I can dig and dig through my garbage all day - and, I do just that. I stand in the middle of that mess fully aware that I threw it all away.