The Beloved is laying in her bed alone. The Lover is laying in his bed alone. The passionate king and ardent maiden are alone in the middle of the night. She lays in bed unable to enter deep sleep for her heart is awake (2). Her heart listens between pulses. In the silence between throbbing the princess listens for her master.
Thump. Thump. Thump. “Listen! My lover is knocking.” (2) The lone beating of her heart is aroused and heated by her lord’s thumping. The king wants to come into her room. Her Lover is coming to her chamber.
The king commands his darling, “Open to me.” She hears him call her his darling, his dove, and his flawless one. “The Crowned Head is drenched with dew,” he explains. Her sovereign’s hair is damp with the moisture of the night. The king has been up all night with his soul fixated on his soul mate.
The Beloved is all aflutter and instinctive reactions persuade an unwanted impulse. A foolish complaint overrules her passionate lust and wantonness. “I am naked. Should I put on my robe?” (3)
The Lover thrust his hand into the latch-opening. (4) He has entered her chamber, but not as ambition craves. The king fingers the lock. The contessa’s heart pounds hard for him. She yearns for her gentleman to succeed in opening her door.
“An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips.” (Proverbs 24:26). The young maiden spoke to her lover. She was not silent as before (chapter 2). However, her protest was not sincere. She did not speak her mind. She was not respectful. For a man and woman united as one it is wise to “keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies.” (Psalm 34:13)
