'Twere better, if never we'd met.
Alas, you are part of my heart, love,
Destructive but sweet cigarette!
Though matchless, by matches she's fired,
And glows both with pleasure and pride;
By her soft, balmy breath I'm inspired,
And kiss and caress my new bride.
E'en the clouds of her nature are joyous,
Though other clouds cause us regret;
From worry and care they decoy us,