The man rejoices over the beauty of his woman, each part a sensory overload. He notices every part of her—her neck, her eyes, her breasts. He openly delights over her every feature as lovers do.
Then he invites her to come away with him. For she is a delight to him but he does not yet have her. She is a closed garden of joyous mysteries.
She coyly responds to let the fragrance of her perfume that bring him such pleasure to sweeten the air for him.
