I used to long for marriage
Either in law or just in fact.
To have such a close relationship
With just one other human being
Would have made me whole.
I thought that I had found it
The three times I was engaged
Thinking I had found my soulmate.
But each was spoilt by late discovery
And none was meant to be.
Every time I hear the strain
Of Mendelssohn's wedding march
I break a little bit inside
Knowing that I will never stand
While a bride approaches to that tune.
As I wait to say "I do".