There’s a secret in her smile of gold, A never given kiss that no one knows. There’s a shadow like a cloud passing by In the blue skies of her eyes. She’s a dream that doesn’t fade with daylight, The distant promise of a midsummer night. She’s a shiver running down your spine, Ice and fire intertwined. Each of her movements is so full of grace As she lights up another cigarette. You taste the bitter pleasure of regret, You’ll never forget. There’s a secret in her smile of gold As she slowly walks outside your door. You remember she once said “Imagination is the only kite That flies high”.