I would wish on that star which shoots accross the sky:
That may you my love be as small as a drop of elixer, fragrant and eternal.
Scale down from your robust size into a tiny human I could sit on my hand.
I would carve my heart to make you a home. And furnish it with silk and gold.
Your bed may be in the center of my chest.
Your feet may wander within my breast.
I will slice open a window through my skin and bones. I will walk the earth with soft steps, so your home within me wouldnt wreck.
And when I die, at my last breath:
I will open the door for you, So you may flow out of me as a prayer which pierces the seventh sky.
Huma Ishaq 