Meeting

Snow is falling, snow is falling All around me in a whirl And yet, though it’s blinding My eye’s fixed on a pretty girl But I doubt she’s even noticed me And who could blame her For, alas, to beauty… What could the beast offer? She’s standing there, on the corner Across the street in the storm She’s nibbling her lips nervously Trying best to keep warm She’s no mittens on her hands She’s no boots on her feet So I see her, as she awaits the light Into her coat, retreat And as I make out her image As I try not to stare The melted snow is sparkling As dewdrops in her hair And she wraps a scarf ‘round her now Concealing, most, her smile But like a spark in the dark Her eyes captivate me all the while Snow is falling, snow is falling Soon it will bury the world, deep But I’ll still be warm, oh how! As, with me, her image I’ll keep For she’s penetrated me! And with consummate art She’s filled in the holes in the walls Of my broken heart For her modest, humble features Oh, how they do entrance As all about her now The snowflakes spin and dance And as my heart was paper thin Now it’s as thick as concrete As building up in me is courage With each and every beat But what is my chance? Alas, ‘tis rejection I most fear Than to come between us Only a frontier But how it’s redoubled now Now, as the traffic slows And now, there’s the light And so, now, here goes