Song of Songs 8:1-4 NIV

[1] If only you were to me like a brother, who was nursed at my mother’s breasts! Then, if I found you outside, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me. [2] I would lead you and bring you to my mother’s house—she who has taught me. I would give you spiced wine to drink, the nectar of my pomegranates. [3] His left arm is under my head and his right arm embraces me. [4] Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you: Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.