gravestone love note

gravestone on the side of Monticello Mountain
{2:4} He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me [was] love. {2:5} Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I [am] sick of love. {2:6} His left hand [is] under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me. {2:7} I charge you, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, by the roes, and by the hinds of the field, that ye stir not up, nor awake [my] love, till he please.
{2:8} The voice of my beloved! behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills. {2:9} My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice. {2:10} My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. {2:11} For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over [and] gone; {2:12} The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing [of birds] is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; {2:13} The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines [with] the tender grape give a [good] smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
{2:14} O my dove, [that art] in the clefts of the rock, in the secret [places] of the stairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet [is] thy voice, and thy countenance [is] comely. {2:15} Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines [have] tender grapes.–KJV

Out biking yesterday, came across this stone.