Rendezvous

That hesitant smile, she with herself in debate,
It felt as if I had a nun on a date!
In a crowded street, on a deserted square,
Life suddenly seemed like a fair!
Lost her, in the twinkle of her eyes,
Felt like love in disguise.
Couldn’t escape her, could even submit,
A candle in the frosting winter had been lit.
The light spread and the candle melted away,
The burnt wick remained and the wax on the table did lay!
That last smile, the debate was over,
Waited for the miracle, it came never!