The Colors Of Eve

	She never looks
	And she never listens
	Her heart only knows what it feels
	And all that she is
	And all that she isn't
	Her every movement reveals
	All her bright moods
	And all her dark tempers
	She's never the way she appears
	She sometimes forgets
	And sometimes remembers
	And sometimes must laugh
	Through the tears
	Of lavender mornings
	And gray afternoons
	Sad when the day takes its leave
	Nights of white passion
	And deep shades of blue
	These are the
	Colors of
	EveThe shade on her eye
	Like pale purple asters
	Runs down her cheek when she cries
	And the ways of her heart
	No man may master
	Even though many will try
	The blush on her cheek
	The gold on her fingers
	Shine when the lady's in love
	But a strong gentle touch
	And a sunset that lingers
	Are the things that her
	Dreams are made of
	And Lavender mornings
	And gray afternoons
	Sad when the day takes its leave
	Nights of white passion
	And deep shades of blue
	These are the
	Colors of
	Eve