A few months after Robert died, I joined friends for part of their holiday in the Cotswolds. One day we visited the beautiful and quirky Painswick Rococo Garden. High above the fairies and elves, and away from the maze was this window in the summer house.

My Beloved is Mine, and I am his.

I recall standing in the light and feeling loved. For a moment there was also a hint of renew.

Dilectus meus mihi, et ego illi made me think of my beloved Robert; he was mine and I was his.

The line is taken from Canticum Canticorum, the Song of Songs, also called the Song of Solomon. It is a very old erotic poem, that has been subject to much study and religious interpretation over the centuries.

As well as the multiple interpretations of what the poetry means there are also musical versions. Here’s one of the many I found.

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  12. Sometimes the perfect words seem to come just when we need them most. Maybe by chance, or maybe we somehow know how to recognise them when we see/hear them?

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