As I leave my front yard i smell smoke in the air i follow the scent that leads me to you i find you in your wolf greys sitting against the lover's corner. I ask Can i hit ? And you politely (hand me the light and with just a few shared laughs we find ourselves gazing in each others eyes. I think we both knew that we would be in love because we found ourselves making out in the lover's corner. You grip me tight as we excitedly let our lips converse aside & knowing this wouldn't be our last time i don't mind.Take me home i say and we emerge still lost in the seconds your lips met mine. I could feel the sudden chills as the early November snow slowly creeps down.As we leave i reminisce about the hesitation i saw in your eyes that you were afraid of falling in love because of the french light and the thought of it makes me smile because you took the risk anyway. Thank you my love. Your welcome he says nervously.But it's ok because knowing by his body language he's smiling inside as well.)tell me Sorry you can't remember what the doctors told you. But from the french light i seen thats lit from your cigarette. I could tell you were just scared that i would light one too. Meaning we would be in love. So i just smile now as i reminisce about what would of happened if i took a hit of your french light.