I cannot sleep for the thought of thee gone, Though time killed our hearts a long time ago. O’ how our face, eyes, and smile once shone, Lacklustre now the flesh burned into woe.
The swarm on the Seine attacks its calm. For never a more lovelier sight seen Than you at dawn - please clock, no alarm! The soul of my companion you have been,
Yellow magic smile a thousand days that could have been, And this hell I write in would not have been realised! Dizzy inducing smile that I wish I had not seen,