When last I saw you,
A chilled wind blew.
You stood in the parking lot,
Under a street lamp
Saying goodbye.
Your swirling blond hair
Danced over the black fur trim
Of your long dark coat.
And for a moment,
You looked at me;
Your piercing blue eyes
And ivory skin,
Like a Nordic goddess or angel
Come to set me free.
When last I saw you,
I shivered cold.
I stood away from you
And whispered a solemn prayer.
I begged for your
Quick and safe return.
And that when
I saw you again,
You would have found room
For me in you Teutonic heart.
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