You

You are gentler than the morning light,

The little bud blooming, slowly, defiantly, is also you,

Those pink fingernails are tender like the white petals that grace your feet,

Your laughter like God rays cuts through the sky of my aching heart,

The pale gold of your flesh is like the eternal fire that burns without fuel,

Your eyes deep, dark, as the night are pools of immeasurable love,

And the most fascinating sound emanates from your throat,

Deeper than the roar of a lion, sweeter than the early morning whisper of a lover,

You have many facets, I chose the most colourful one, playful one,

It soaks me inside out, much like a grateful blade of grass,

That has known the touch of pious feet…

The Song of the Sufi Masroof