Holy Trinity Church, 20160519
My beloved is white and ruddy. His skin is as the most fine gold. His cheeks are as a bed of spices. Even though he hasn't washed since last December. His eyes are as the eyes of dove. His body is as bright ivory. His legs are as pillars of marble. In pants so dirty they stand by themselves. He is altogether lovable. But he'll always be a two-bit punk so he'll never be my beloved. What a shame.