Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, "And well they maybe, for what is 
there for the believer to talk about but the scarlet of the Savior’s blood, that matchless bath in which we are washed whiter than snow? My mouth, be you filled with the praises of the Lord, that my lips may be like a thread of scarlet!" and thy speech is comely: "There is always a comeliness in that conversation which is full of Christ," thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks. "Those parts of us with which we think upon God’s Word should always be surrounded by good works. Doctrines in the head, without holinessin the life, are of no service, but when the temples are covered with the locks of righteousness, then are they like a piece of a pomegranate, acceptable both to God and men."
Song of Solomon 4:3/Charles Spurgeon