This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.

My vineyard is my own

I am the rose of Sharon,
the lily of the valley.

Stay me up with raisin-cakes,
cushion me with quinces
for I am in a swoon of love.

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth

My vineyard is my own.
You can have the thousand, Solomon,
and two hundred for the keepers of its fruit.
— The Song of Songs
by Balthazar Simões