My fantasy

You are the first I see before life The reason why I live. Majestic as troops with banners. Always by my side; At home, work, church, everywhere I go. My helping hand, my confidant. How is this possible with You? Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, not one of them is alone. Your temples behind your veil are like the halves of a pomegranate. In my deepest moments, you serve as my captain to charter my wandering ship to safety. I am your night and shinning armour. You teach me better than experience. Who is this that appears like the dawn, gracious as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as the stars in procession? Your stature is like that of the palm, and your breasts like clusters of fruit. I love you.