Am I Sipping The Honey Of The Lips? Am I Drunk With The Wine Of A Kiss? Have I Culled The Flowers Of The Cheek, Have I Sucked The Fresh Fragrance Of The Breath? Nay, It Is The Song Of Gabirol That Has Revived Me, The Perfume Of His Youthful, Spring-Tide Breeze. - Moses Ben Esra. "I Will Engrave My Songs Indelibly Upon The Heart Of The World, So That No One Can Efface Them." - Gabirol.