You were a snowflake with no care,

A mere speck of silver streaking through the air.

A frosty blessing in disguise,

With one twirl, you lit up the skies.

And though the locomotive chugged on,

Passing valley and hilltop from dusk to dawn,

I swear all the universe stood still,

When you fell into view of my windowsill.

Who would have thought a sharp drop in degrees,

Could force my old pocket-watch to freeze?

Who would have reckoned a small icy beauty,

Could alone relieve time of its solemn duty?

Though the train rushed on with a whistle and cry,

That snowflake burnt into my memory's eye,

And I can't help but beam at the irony,

Of how such a cold thing could set fire to me.

You were a snowflake without a care,

Like a fool, I fell for you then and there.

For the way you saw the world as a challenge to face,

How you never let a man, to another, disgrace,

How I always felt warm in your snowy embrace,

Was too sublime to be commonplace.

But that cruel lord Time waits for no man,

Nor does winter last a lover's lifespan,

For when the train resumed anon,

You, with a twinkle, were naught but gone.