Because I could not stop for love,
He simply drove past me
The carriage broken down
And rusted slightly
As he drove, I could not move,
From the ground where I stood,
Because I threw away,
All my passion, hope, and vitality
He passed the place where I went to school,
Pass the desks where I dream't a boy or two,
He passed the homework filled nights
He passed me, for he was not in my sights
He bypassed my house,
And never went down the road,
Never even considered greeting me,
Despite my silent wishing and cries of woe
It will be centuries,
Before he arrives at my door
But even when he does, he won't come in
For Love is a stranger and he will be, forevermore
