I liken you, my darling,
to a mare harnessed to one of the chariots of Pharaoh.
Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings,
your neck with strings of jewels.
How beautiful you are, my darling!
Oh, how beautiful!
Your eyes are doves.

Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come with me.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.

- Song of Songs, chapter 1 and 2

Attribute apart from me…

Beauty independent of my preference…

Love so humble that it over shadows physical glamor…

난 언제쯤…? -_-;; ㅋ