Song of Songs 5:2 I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night.
The stuff of many a fairy tale because it is all our stories as this turn in the relationship leads us on an amazing adventure in the recovery of the brides heart - buckle up its a wild ride.
