But from afar, for he was shy, as blacksmiths often are. She made a meagre livelihood from home-made toffee that she'd sell Up and down the neighbourhood to a butterscotch and caramel clientele. Optimistically, she used to think that she would get a husband yet. It never seemed that she, so palpably bizarre and banal could ever be a femme fatale.
Time has no time to spare.
Oh tell me why you've passed me by. The smith was mending the clock and he had overheard every word. He's nothing flash, but still, reliable, staunch and true. The spinster's eyes opened wide when she heard the Almighty One. An answer to a little cri de coeur.