And your silhouette danced
like the ballet of smoke
from a lit cigarette.
Your smile was a curtain call, and
my eyes were a standing ovation, pleading
My heart is b-beating, beating a few b-beats faster,
Of course , I feel this is no d i. s as t e. R,
But a sudden feeling of empt i n ess ;
A LeVeL of Love I have yet to Master.
I miss you,r kiss,
Oh, it was b l i s s.
— The End —