Lovers in a vignette, Life in a cigarette, You gently blew my nose, And read me simple prose. Your summer was endless, Always without egress, My skin appeared so grey, Next to yours, yesterday. You sing of forever, Of lofty endeavours, I feel so weak now, Sustained by your green glow, Your days stretch far and wide, Carried by all man's stride, While mine seem to, Fade without you, And fall right through. Your perfect smile and glittering gaze falls across, Grateful fields of healthy wheat, without fear of moss, But I, Can't lie, I miss, The Bliss, Of seeing... You.