Wake not the gentle sleeper until she has had her fill of rest. Let her delicate form lay silently between cool linens upon her soft and gentle bed. Take care not to disturb her, while she lays in the morning light. With golden rays of sunlight upon her breast and shining on her raven locks that are dark like onyx. Let her awake in her own time, arising to welcome a new day. The form of her navel firm like taught silk in a weavers loom. See how she raises her delicate hands to her lips that are the color of roses bright and fresh with the morning dew. Her blue eyes open as she washes away the sleep with clear water that refreshes her. Gaze upon her not with envy but in admiration that she was chosen fairest among the flowers of her fathers house. Take comfort that she is a glory to her husband and a giver of kindness to her children and to the poor. Her virtue is her beauty and quiet discretion is to her as a golden ornament. She wraps herself in silks and linen to be about her task. She stands in the opening of her porch to receive her near kinsmen with a kiss as gentle as a summers breeze. Rejoice in the presence of her, she who is delicate in her ways and steadfast in her strength, for how fair is my love above many of higher birth than she?