The Caller Who Waited Near the Gate

I told him he was foolish to be stopping outside our house. He told me he could wait and there remained with sun behind him dropping. . . For hours the young man stayed there near the gate while waiting for my dear but fickle sister. I never would have guessed that young man’s fate. . . For there appeared late night to meet that mister the lass who’d kept him waiting for so long. I saw through parted blinds the caller kissed her. Endurance served him well. I’d reckoned wrong! For Catie Lindsey's "Beautiful Form" contest