Wife To Be.......

I stroll along a fragrant country lane 

With honeysuckle perfume on the air –

And feathered crooner’s warble to revere –

Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain

In empathy – it seems to sense my pain

Of knowing all was done with my affair –

Her empty meaning now the solitaire

She cast away – betrothment all in vain.

But oceans team with many fish to catch

So I must up and hoist another sail

And seek the one that really waits for me, 

For soon auspicious breezes will prevail

In guiding forth to find a truer match: 

The one to take my hand as wife to be.