The One That Got Her Way Poem by Denis Martindale

One fine day, he will come along and do all the right stuff,
Write her a poem or a song and thus declare his love...
And she will smile, arms open wide and press her lips to his
And he will cling to her with pride, devoted to that kiss...

One fine day, he will take her out, to give what women want,
Dispelling every single doubt within that restaurant...
Proposing there, upon one knee, with diamond ring to shine -
Oh, darling, will you marry me? Please say you will be mine!

And she will blossom like the rose, with yesses one-by-one,
And so will wither, fade and close, my love when he is done...
My heart will lose its final prayer, its sacred midnight dream,
As wedding plans they fondly share, like fat cats sipping cream...

I know I am not good enough, so I will hold my peace,
Suppress the precious thoughts of love I thought could never cease...
And watch their children join them, too, to bless their happiness,
While I endure, surviving through, my next true love to guess...


Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2014.