When she poured the wine, she handed it with a kiss; delighting the eyes, she held the world in thrall!

Delilah, my love, it is you that are the most fair. Your mouth tastes of the sweetest wine and your voice is the song of the canary. Your skin is velvet against mine. And, when I look into your eyes that are blacker than onyx, I feel myself falling as if from a great height only to land in the softness of your arms. To you, my love, I am lost entirely!

Truly yours,