Love, a fleeting wisp of smoke,
Cigarette moments, a transient cloak.
Inhaled embraces, exhaled sighs,
A dance of shadows under transient skies.

Embers flicker, desires’ play,
A silent script in smoke’s ballet.
Cherished fragments, ephemeral art,
Love’s canvas painted, then torn apart.

Hold too tight, the burn’s soft glow,
Fingers marked by the ebb and flow.
A tale unfolds, whispers in the air,
Love and cigarettes, a nuanced affair.