Song of Songs 4:1-5
Behold, you are fair, my love!
Behold, you are fair!
You have dove’s eyes behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
Going down from Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep
Which have come up from the washing,
Every one of which bears twins,
And none is barren among them.
Your lips are like a strand of scarlet,
And your mouth is lovely.
Your temples behind your veil
Are like a piece of pomegranate.
Your neck is like the tower of David,
Built for an armory,
On which hang a thousand bucklers,
All shields of mighty men.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle,
Which feed among the lilies.

I did not try any of these on my wife.
I do not believe any would have the same effect as in the days of Solomon.
Tell your wife her hair looks like a flock of goats or her neck is like a tower.
Perhaps these are beautiful sights to behold. Maybe there was something wondrous about watching a flock of goat run down off the mountain.
Last summer we experience some of the great beauty of America. We traveled through New Mexico, the desert of Arizona, and the Grand Canyon.
As beautiful as all these things are I don’t think I’d use any of them to describe my wife.
But I will say that God’s love is deeper and wider than the Grand Canyon. It stretches farther than the desert.
And that meteor crater that man speculates about, God knows about.