train station

the train was cold, the station dark. her cold hands felt like ice.
she did suppose her very nose would freeze, which caused her fright.
a man then moved beside her and he offered her his coat,
and like a child, he slowly smiled. his eyes were bright with hope.
she let him warm her fingertips without any reproof:
and i would bet she'd not have let him go on so aloof.
he looked at her with eyes that burned with sadness of love gone;
to his surprise her eyes were wide, encouraging him on.
he said: "my lovely lady, what brings you here today?"
she said: "i'm fain to catch this train, but i must anyway."
"then come away with me," he said, and held her hand quite tight.
her face did show a restless glow. she smiled and said: "all right."
he said: "my name is charles." and she said: "my name's minette,
and i'll have you know i'm rather slow. i'm loathe to haste as yet."
she scrutinized his face, he laughed at her bright eyes anew.
"to my surprise you've not surmised the love i feel for you."
he held her hand against his face, it was quite warm and soft.
in eyes with tears she saw his fears: he'd found what he had lost.
with widened eyes she bit her lip and said: "would you be true?"
he said: "my dear, that's very clear. my question is: will you?"
her cheeks flushed red. she smiled again, her eyes alight with tears.
"where have you been, my faithful friend, for all these lonely years?"