It snowed that May we met it did indeed,
I remember it like time had met its match and I was freed!
I danced and sang like an enchanted canticle behind the scrim of the Met
A world of rapture in feverous commotion and I was set
Our worlds blended so splendid in those frantic early days
I must admit as I sit that I tended to be offended by all the ways
That others they churned their brows and condemned
Our dancing and singing and our obvious trend
To display our affections and attentions with love meant for them.
Yet our trust in that flake it grew and it grew
And by the concord of the sweetest sounds of our life we knew
That our single snowdream it reigned quite immortal
No one not God nor the laws as we know them can open a portal
To entreat a retreat of our hearts from each other
For separate was no longer a word we could ever fathom utter!
