One

One cold October morning long ago; I wandered, without purpose, through that gate. My mind was full of anger, even hate, But all at once you came to me, and so… The odds were slim, but then I didn't know; Our meeting must have been of wondrous fate. And so it was back then, but now too late; There only was one chance for this to go. I still remember times which you might not; So small, yet such remarkable insight. My hopes diminished, though; they're all but gone… Those possibilities I never forgot. Time passed in darkness but it still shines bright And I still know that you're the only one.