8 If you were a baby, like my little brother nursing at his mother’s breasts,
    and if I found you outside,
I could kiss you,
    and no one would say it was wrong.
² I would lead you into my mother’s house,
    to the room of she who taught me.
I would give you spiced wine
    squeezed from my pomegranate.

8 If you were a baby, like my little brother nursing at his mother’s breasts,
    and if I found you outside,
I could kiss you,
    and no one would say it was wrong.
² I would lead you into my mother’s house,
    to the room of she who taught me.
I would give you spiced wine
    squeezed from my pomegranate.