The rain thumped my shoulder
The wind whistled my name
It was one cold October
For such a hot little dame
But this dame was spoken for
I had to remind myself
And gliding through the door
It was that thought I kept
So I went to spark a match
It ended the chilling breeze
My gloves and hat detached
I stood ready to please
I took off all my figures
And my golden locs fell still
Girlish joy mixed with snickers
I called out to him with zeal
But when silence met my ear
I went close to where he sat
Once his shadow was made clear
I placed his hands down my back
Then I took him to my waist
I made my snowy skin show
I confessed face to face
Of how I loved him so.
For a minute he just stared
Unsure if my words rang true
So I went on and declared
That our love would always brew.
At that comment he seemed pleased
More than he’d ever shown
Now, with his heart at ease
He could take me as his own.
Who knew I’d see demise
From one I thought so fine
But at least I was his prize
And he was forever mine.
