Smoke

Pipe, I love the as my life ;
By thee I mean to choose a wife.
Pipe, thy color let me find,
In her skin, and in her mind.
Let her have a shape as fine ;
Let her breath be sweet as thine ;
Let her, when her lips I kiss,
Burn like thee, to give me bliss ;
Let her in some smoke or other,
All my failings kindly smother.
When to study I incline,
Let her aid be such as thine ;
Let her live to give delight
Ever warm and ever bright ;
Let her deeds, whene'er she dies,
Mount as incense to the skies.

c. 1894 featured in a gentleman's magazine, author unkown