Twinkling Sips

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.