The Beauty of You

Some go to Mecca, some go to Rome                          

The particles of air some fine comb

For the secrets of our existence

lust for mystery, no resistance

 

I come to you

to worship God above

Your eyes, the Almighty’s greatest architecture

Your body like a Mosque

A wonder of the world,

I’ll wash before I enter

Taking great care in this special place

Spending, in devoted worship, many passionate nights

 

I’ll bow my head in a place sacred

Delicate and soft

In search of my crescent moon

And star

And meet all God’s Prophets

Giving their glad tidings

To those who

Love you right

 

You are my way to Paradise,

Hell is the self left alone

for too many nights they say

And there is no sin in avoiding Hell

 

Only in the sanctuary of your body

Can I release my soul

To ascend the fate written for me

with God’s grand pen

Only a woman’s love,

can save the souls of men