Snowflake and Avalanche
Once upon a monsoon summer, nearby to Mexico,
Two friends from different worlds once met and there they said hello.
No one would ever be as close, and none could ever fake
The love that grew between the Avalanche and his Snowflake.
They learned and laughed together there, among the xerophytes,
And in July annoyed their friends with Christmas songs they sang.
Like most friends do, they even had their petty little fights,
But all who knew them knew them as the leaders of the gang.
Snowflake, more outgoing than any he had ever seen,
Avalanche, the contemplator, quiet in his thought;
Yet still, the two were perfect fits as two had ever been,
And loved each other in a way they comprehended not.
They laughed atop their ponchos and their benches of cement,
In class and in the desert waiting for them, just outside.
Outdoors the final days of youth together those two spent;
They wandered out to be alone, they wandered out to hide.
They parted soon their ways, he to New York, and she back home,
And obviously kept in touch as best friends always do;
But soon it was his turn another desert then to roam,
And so he left behind the lovely Snowflake he once knew.
At twenty years, they made a pact, that if they were alone
At twenty-five, that they would join as married man and wife.
Sweet Avalanche soon fell in love, however, and was gone
The chance for he and his Snowflake to one day make a life.
Returning twelve months later, it would be her chance to go
To see a different, distant desert, half the world away.
Before his Snowflake left, he let his feelings for her show,
Though he was with another, and he knew she could not stay.
The other girl he loved was soon revealed hateful of heart,
And his Snowflake, he knew, was kind and loved him for himself,
But when he and that evil girl were duly broke apart,
His Snowflake was already falling hard for some else.
They would not last, as later Snowflake and her man would end,
And Avalanche went back to war, and would appear to be
Alone a while, though that old marriage pact they’d not amend,
And so from one another’s thoughts they never would be free.
Eventually, the handsome Avalanche would surely fall
For one more fair and beautiful and lovely than the best.
Her never forgot Snowflake, the first true love he had of all,
But he knew he had finally found the truest of the rest.
The two had made it far from where their destiny did start,
Though fickle were the fates when they these two had made to part
, For never was a tale of a more ill-fated a romance
Than that of lovely Snowflake, and her handsome Avalanche.
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