When I talk with other men
 I always think of you --
Your words are keener than their words,
 And they are gentler, too.

When I look at other men,
 I wish your face were there,
With its gray eyes and dark skin
 And tossed black hair.

When I think of other men,
 Dreaming alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
 Blows the dreams away.