Gray
Don’t
be a smoke,
Lasts
short and glows,
That
lingers in the nose.
Darling,
the scent is faint
But
it stains the airflows.
Don’t
be a smoke
That
goes before restraint.
You
know I’m a not a rose
That
lingers in the nose.
It’s
true, I’m no saint
And
I have enough woes.
Don’t
be a smoke,
My
longing for you is quaint.
I
have nothing else to disclose
That
lingers in the nose.
I
worry at night that you ain’t
Remembering
our vows.
Don’t
be a smoke,
That
lingers in the nose.