Are my ideas of love only pure imagination?
Can they be achieved?
Can this relationship become a trusty rope
or will it be thin string?
When will Isaac's messenger come to find me
for my water buckets are filled and prepared!
Actually, a small dip in the well would do.
Alas. I am no Rebekah. I am only dead grass in winter
and I need your flowers and violin music to revive me.
I need the doves and the orange trees and sun to remind me
what summer is
for this citrus-less winter consumes me.
The passage about Isaac and Rebekah is in Genesis 24 if you would like to read it.