From My Heart To Your Eyes Poem by Akhtar Jawad

In a night show of the milky lights, the blue back ground,
Song of the moon, dance of stars, me on the Milky Ways,
Calm and stillness, no noise, no traffic, no pungent fumes,
No suffocation, a man has speaks, machines are silent,
I inhale aroma of white flowers, The Queen of Night,
Open the corked bottle of ecstatic perfumes?
It's you Sweetheart! Where you are? Who you are?
I am fine, though not fine, without you how can be fine!
I think of you, so I love you, I see you in various costumes!

I see a moon in your face, and blue stars in your eyes
I imagine I see you changing your dress one by one
Every color suits you but that one! It is shocking pink,
In a silky pink suit I see you as a flying butterfly
How many colorful prints of flowers are there?
How many words I'll have to think before I ink!
Move inside me like a wave and move my pen
I am living I am breathing but how long I can
My thirsty pen can draw your sketch, just a drink!

It's dipped in my heart; I'm lying on death bed,
Think why it was blue, and now why it's red,
Read me sweetheart! Before it's dried and dead!