Sculptor

If I were a sculptor I would carve your body from the purest marbles

I would plant on your bosom Red live flowers

I would pour kindness in your heart of stone I would store love in your chest

I would use rubies for your lips And would decorate your locks with hyacinths

I would wind around your Arms, thighs and waist bindweeds

I would spread on your legs and bosom Heavily aromatic petals

I would treat your statue as Ahura* And would place it in the Fire Temple of Love

And I would bring Venus and Aphrodite To pay homage to you

I would tell Zeus the ancient God of gods To worship you

And then I would set next to your idol And would cherish the perfume of flowers from your body

*Ahura is God in Zoroaster’s book.