What is flirtation? Really, <br />How can I tell you that? <br />But when she smiles I see its wiles, <br />And when he lifts his hat. <br /> <br /> <br />'Tis walking in the moonlight, <br />'Tis buttoning on a glove, <br />'Tis lips that speak of plays next week, <br />While eyes are talking love. <br /> <br /> <br />Tis meeting in the ball-room, <br />'Tis whirling in the dance; <br />'Tis something hid beneath the lid, <br />More than a simple glance. <br /> <br /> <br />'Tis lingering in the hallway, <br />'Tis sitting on the stair, <br />'Tis bearded lips on finger-tips, <br />If mamma isn't there. <br /> <br /> <br />'Tis tucking in the carriage, <br />'Tis asking for a call; <br />'Tis long good-nights in tender lights, <br />And that is-no, not all! <br /> <br /> <br />'Tis parting when it's over, <br />And one goes home to sleep; <br />Best joys must end, tra la, my friend, <br />But one goes home to weep!<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-flirtation/
