The young man heard his lady whisper,
And presumed her speaking to a “Mr.”
His ears perked up to listen in
To the outpouring of the girl’s chagrin.
To whom she spoke he could not see,
For the massive trunk of the shady tree
Hid the Man hearing her confess
“I need your help, I’m in a mess.”
“Oh Father, please tell me what to do.
I’m in a predicament thick as stew.
His ring I’ve taken, but not yet the vow--
I loved him then, but not sure now.”
“How do I break his tender heart
And explain to him why we should part?
One might say, “Do not be grudging”
But on this issue, I’ll not be budging.”
“Why only just the other night
His hopeful words made me take flight.
He spoke of kids and home-made meals,
His twinkling eyes were filled with zeal.”
“Babies, yes, I want them too--
Girls in pink and boys in blue,
But when it comes to delectable dishes
I thought he’d cook for me, his Mrs.”
By now the listener hailed his voice
And figured he had but just one choice,
The lovely woman behind the oak
Was startled when at first he spoke.
“Well, what a surprise my darling dear,
Whatever brought you way out here?”
She yielded to the tender touch
Of the handsome man she loved so much.
“I came out here for sound advice
And soon you’ll think me not so nice.”
He shushed her with his fingertips
And bent to kiss her quivering lips.
“Before you speak I must disclose
I like to cook, so do you suppose
It’d be all right if I do this chore?
But if you say no, I won’t be sore.”
And now a smile adorned her face
As she held him in a sweet embrace.
“To your wish I do concede--
Cook all you want, cook indeed!”
The woman thanked God that very night
For rescuing her from her plight,
And to this day she doesn’t know
What made her mate love cooking so.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.