To die?
oh,
how dire,
send her a wire and
buy her a ring.

Mistaken,
I take the wrong lane
yet again to be
railroaded.

In sequential notes that I know that she notices
my motives outline the truth.

She hits the roof
but forgives me my trespass,
a biblical lass in a class of her
own.

If the gentry had leant me a horse,
the Kingdom was mine,
I learnt that in time, but
it was mine all the time.

I wish I'd known that.