She’s Not The Marrying Kind
I was thinking of another life.
One where you would be my wife.
Is that such a farfetched dream?
I would treat you like a queen.
You don’t want to hear such guff.
Sometimes I think it’s just a bluff.
What would be so bad to be married?
But, that idea, you never carried.
You were all for living together.
Anything more, you’d say “Never!”
Were you just being mean to me?
Or, is there something else to see?
Fly away little bird. Fly to your love.
Be with her always, you turtle dove.
Love in nature is beautiful to see.
It should be the same for you & me.
We are committed & together.
But, will we withstand any weather?
Make the commitment to never leave.
‘Till death do us part’, we can achieve.
We have been together awhile now.
I don’t think one of us will take the bow.
Decide it is time to up and leave.
Let’s give it a permanent reprieve.
Set a date & exchange our vows.
That commitment will last, somehow.
Nothing to fear except fear itself.
It is better than sitting on a shelf.
Take your time and think it over.
Lay down here in this field of clover.
Let you mind relax and drift.
Concentrate on this perfect fit.
Fly away little bird. Fly to your love.
Be with her always, you turtle dove.
Love in nature is beautiful to see.
It should be the same for you & me.
We are committed & together.
But, will we withstand any weather?
Make the commitment to never leave.
Let’s give it a permanent reprieve.
————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2015)