Existence

It was the cigar smoke,
No,
It was my soul.

Twirling,
oooCircles,
ooooooLife is a never-ending merry-go-round.

Dissipated in the air,
The light permeated me,
And I saw your face:

For the first time I said to myself,
____"I am beautiful."

I hope you saw me
And heard me.