Would I had someone to wed this day
Too long in coming for my life’s pure love,
Snatched by fate and death from me
With nothing to keep my hope
And body from the winds of fortune,
Which too easily severed the tie we made.
Too long in coming to stay those fickle hearts
Left so free that whim could wreak
Destruction of a life and home.
Too long coming to give me future peace
Though I kept my bargains with care and toil
Loyal, faithful, beyond all calling, tending the
Heart and garden of my lovers’ lives,
Seeing in their happiness my own.
Now the parade of ghosts marches through my past;
Would wedded one of them have stayed at last?