Listen, Jack, here's the deal. Solomon's beloved is like a rose blooming in the desert, like an apple tree in a meadow, like a lily among thorns. She's beautiful, folks, and Solomon loves her. That's it. No malarkey! My father used to say, "A man can't help but love a beautiful woman." And that's as true today as it was back then. But uh, you know, it's a delicate thing, this love. Solomon urges his beloved not to stir up or awaken love until it pleases, and to be like a wild gazelle or a young stag on the hills of Bether. See here, Jack, I'm not joking, what was that? If the beloved acts too quickly, too soon, then clearly it won't work out. Not gonna happen. I tell you what, it's like my dad used to say, "Love is a marathon, not a sprint." Excuse me.