Twinkling Sips Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I see and ignore a woman's running reels,
But I can't ignore the perfume that my blind heart feels,
Yes I can imagine the colors of a colorless perfume,
It's my blind heart that knits an unseen costume,
I am a cloud of love I rise and rain,
I may be the cause of a pink stain,
But I am the Adam capable of turning the Eve,
Into a musical note, a pleasing breve.
I see and ignore the color of a woman's skin,
But I can't ignore the mole on a woman's chin,
Yes, I can imagine it's a heart she carries,
From head to feet in every charm she varies,
Heartless I look at a woman's face,
Eyeless I feel her grace and glace,
But I am the Adam capable of forcing Eve's lips,
To drink the wine of moonlight in starry sips.