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