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.
