Listen, Jack, c'mon man, here's the deal: Solomon is telling his bride that she's so beautiful that he can't even comprehend it. He says she's like a garden of pomegranates and that her lips are like sweet fruit. He talks about how he loves her with an everlasting love and that he's not gonna let her go. He talks about how her face is as lovely as the city of Jerusalem and that her eyes are like doves. He literally can't stop talking about how beautiful she is. He even compares her to a horse in Pharaoh's chariot—that's how beautiful she is! My father used to say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and this is a perfect example of that. I'm not joking, folks. See here, Jack, what was that? When Solomon looks at his bride, he's in awe of her beauty. He can't get enough of her. Not gonna happen. I tell you what: you have to see it to believe it. Excuse me!