When you departed, br You thought I would be devastated, br But it was a great night singing poetry br To empty flower vases that remembered the reflection br Of your beautiful face as well as I remembered it. br br Oh, to see again your black Italian hair br Dream-like wavy caressing your neck br And your black blouse enfolding tightly br Your sweet pert breasts that spoke to me br In exotically elegant, secret languages! br br Every time I ever saw you, br I was Empire State Building high and about to cry, br Your goddess-like eyes hypnotized me br Like a gypsy campfire consuming mystic spells. br Even when you’re gone, it’s with you I dwell. br I am devastated but devastated by your presence br That ever lingers in a room like expensive French perfume.