Rendezvous

 

The snow whirled past in the hard cold wind,

And drifted as I waited for my love.

And foolishly I waited two long hours

In vain expectancy of one with her.

But she came not to me.

Had she decided it was too cold

To venture to the corner of her road?

Or had some other suitor to her hand

Impressed her more than I?

I still know not.

Another lonely soul stood near to me

And waited two long hours.

I caught her eye, and we both left the scene.

And from two broken loves emerged one, strong

And lasting to eternity.

 

 

 

© Michael J. Mason   2000