WHAT IS FLIRTATION?

What is flirtation? Really,

How can I tell you that?

But when she smiles I see its wiles,

And when he lifts his hat.

‘ Tis walking in the moonlight,

‘ Tis buttoning on a glove,

‘ Tis lips that speak of plays next week,

While eyes are talking love.

‘ Tis meeting in the ball-room,

‘ Tis whirling in the dance;

‘ Tis something hid beneath the lid

More than a simple glance.

‘ Tis lingering in the hallway,

‘ Tis sitting on the stair,

‘ Tis bearded lips on finger-tips,

If mamma is n't there.

‘ Tis tucking in the carriage,

‘ Tis asking for a call;

‘ Tis long good-nights in tender lights,

And that is — no, not all!

‘ Tis parting when it's over,

And one goes home to sleep;

Best joys must end, tra la, my friend,

But one goes home to weep!