Wife To Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)

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. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage marriage sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet sonnet