A painter of love am I
In colors that depict you
In green with yellow
From the leaves of olive
To the mustered
In many colors you have
Bathed me like the one
Who is gone mad for the love
In the oceans of your eyes
When I looked in the depth
A mirror though it was
The passion of your lips
In great tumults when I woke up
The touch of you on my soul
In visions in my vigils of the night
You beauty of the temples of the great past
I searched love in the celestial self
Preacher am I of love
O ye who argue for the beauty
That I have seen with my eyes inner
28/10/2008
Sadiqullah Khan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inner-beauty-7/
