He is working hard to make up. They are both glad to be getting things back together. It made enough sense to her that they start to walk off together.
They call after them
6.13 Return, return O Shulamith
return, return, that we may gaze in awe upon you.
They call to her, but he turns back and responds.
6.13 How you gaze in awe upon Shulamith,
as at the dance of the two camps!
“I don’t know what this dance is, but Solomon isn’t staying around with the friends, but is leading Shulammite off to be alone.” What follows is his description of her doing some kind of dance for him while they are alone. Is seems like he is laying down, or sitting down and looking up at her. She is moving around or dancing as they are making up. Here is what he said.
7.1 How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O daughter of a prince.
The curves of you hips are like ornaments, the work of the hands of an artist.
2 Your navel is a round chalice. It never lacks mixed wine.
Your abdomen is a stack of wheat surrounded with lotus flowers.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like a tower of ivory.
Your eyes are like pools of understanding
By the gate of a crowded city.
Your nose is like a tower in Lebanon,
Keeping watch over Damascus.
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel.
And the flowing hair of your head is like purple threads—
The king is held captive by your tresses.
6 How beautiful and how lovely you are.
Love flows through your tender affection.
7 This – your stature—is like a palm tree,
and your breasts are like clusters of fruit.
8 I say, I will climb the palm tree
I will take hold of its stalks of dates.
May your breasts be like cluster of grapes and the fragrance of your breath like apples.
9 And your mouth like the best wine
Kissing her at the end and in some kind of embrace
7.9 going down smoothly for my beloved,
flowing gently through your lips as we fall asleep.
(then to the audience)
10 I am my beloved’s and his desire is for me.
They have made up.