Love’s a smoke, it floats up high,
It’s born from hearts that laugh and bond.
Makes people dream and makes people cry,
Like the clouds that drift across the sky.

Sometimes it feels so warm and near,
Sometimes it fades, it disappears.
Love’s hard to hold, it slips away,
Yet still we chase it every day.

Love’s a smoke, both dark and bright,
It hides the stars, but shows the light.
Though it may vanish, still we try,
To chase its ghost and watch it fly.