Exquisitely Woven

Your body is my prayer carpet,
For I can see in your eyes
That you are exquisitely woven
With the finest silk and wool
And that pattern upon your soul 
Has the signature of God
And all your moods and colors of love 
Come from His Divine vats of dye and Gold.

Your body is my shrine. 
If you had the eyes of a Pir,
You would see Hafiz
Kneeling by your side, 
Humming playful tunes
And shedding joyful tears
Upon your wondrous hidden Crown.  

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