Candide ran around with a bottle of champagne
blessing the New Years Eve crowd liberally.
"Bless you!"
"Bless you!"

The officers were greatly amused.
I was slightly beside myself.
She had stolen the show.

Candide was a woman
in command.

She played me pro.
And I loved her deeply for it.
And she knew it.

Because I was growing cold.
But she brought me back
again
and again.
And I love her so.

"I love you Candide!"

She smiled and the
whole world smiled with her.