Inner Beauty Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
Inner Beauty
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
bravo! ! another great write sadiq............iam your fan! ! u have inspired me again
Sadiq, You a painter-a preacher of love indeed 'the touch of you on my soul'--- touched my heart tooooooo-- beautiful! ! ! ! ! ! ! +10 regards anjali
a person's true beauty is in the heart that is why i like poems they show the beauty from within
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4/26/2024 7:31:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
for the painter that you are painter of my love the colors you mix gently on the pallet, pallet of passion the shades and the spectrum you choose looking into my eyes my love when i laugh the yellow gold long strokes, pink, when i blush as you gaze at my bosom, burning bronze your skin in the golden sun, crimson flush as your lips find mine, tones of white and blue the moods of the clear October sky which shelters our love, streaks of green and olive the grass which you lay me on, tints of black and brown crimson my fiery eyes, my orange dress pushed apart, faded pastel beyond your back, my redden lips from your bites, my silver chain broken as you tug at it, The leaves tinctured with saffron shakes merrily above our heads, my hands caress your wild body, aquamarine eyes look into mine dapple my nails on your back draw lines in carmine as we blend with the colors colors of life passion so vivid as you paint me you give me life with crayons of love, slices of agony pencils of pleasure sketches of longing brushes of devotion strokes of warmth paints of passion you paint our love